planted a new sun

Woken in new light
I may even be alive.
The night forgone
forgotten
forgiven.

A gyrating vision
twisting twirling
- buried beneath
fading memories.

The fallout

who is to call black from white
when all you see is grey.
serpentine clouds loom
as your own work a concoction

meant to settle all that is not.

its an orchestra
of bitterness and sours
that tasted need not be
and found.

underground caverns
sound your squalid whispers that suffocate to null
before they find an ear.  Cowardice!

You were better, maybe worse
who can say?when all you see is grey.