Newness of day and month

It is in these breaths

That I find

A new month with new words

And a new sense of this

Escapism for

Even the most persistent of times

The silk roads

The fatal shores

And the spares of stars in the sky

Which couldn’t catch

Even the brightest of eyes

Still all shimmer and all shine

Which leaves me dark and sitting here

With a world around

Looking only inward

To unfind self

And to stretch my again in a balancing these

The act of escaping daily’s thoughts most fine

That yes this is to write both right and divine

Or that I find