Shadow War: Lifetime Notes for Tomorrow

Our voices are plummeted into a visceral horizon,

A purist version of our best self.

And when there are no seasons to mend,

And the nature of ourselves reveals naught

But our imperfections -

Then we deepen our ceremony of who we are.

In summer we are more human

Revealing our natural elegant side,

Another reason of our frailty.

We walk in the midst of a shadow war

Where we all expose our true convictions.

Our dry bones give no relief

If there is a summer time

Where love does not exist.

The shadow war compels us all

To linger in obtrusive silence,

A place that is near death,

A place we dare not submit

Our synthetic desires.