We have another day in our hands
where afternoons will submerge in seas
when otiose skies will submerge in conflagration
where the sun will sink over a town
and foothills hasten the night
there will be movements all around
the dark, the light and grey
where tall monoliths will babble history
and I will take a step out of a world
of infancy. Mine and yours weighed down
by footprints in roads that never end.
Whisper the truth with dangling clouds
smirking at fallen skies.