Blinder

Uncalled for, this foul course

of man. 

Prismatic mysteries brushed out the door with a dark eye. 

From cracks to canyons,

secrets whispered behind stone.

Cloth and robe endure

above and behind all things.

As I stand aloof from my brothers 

in men—

not above, but apart—

they squander and thunder 

down dark tunnels 

towards pinpoint light, dim to sight, but ever bright in their mind.