about the places

water flows throughs my escape

dazzling firestones

clicking hunted heels

breaking the easel

that holds all of my dreams

the master is about

the ultimate is on hold

when can we expect

to have our slaves returned

to counter by disguise perhaps

the onslaught of eerie buzz?

cramped up to the pipe

my arm just lost

a tussle with  

crazy charm-rich dis-illusioned spires

shooting up like ardent spring

seeking routes to cheer

bending my will into

a shape that shifts me 

about the places I've never been