The failing light of the questions
the time It couldn’t take too read
The answers for fears of being caught
in typecast and consigned to the history
in a can packed away with ribbons
and black pearl.
for explorers of citadels disposed
by sandwich boards storms displaced
And displayed by a calm sense of
Everything is almost as it once was.
talks of honeymoon hands left behind
Presenting their Symbiotic guide
to eating dust covered hats
watching where the rust covers