Chutes and Ladders

Grasping the grout of brick
Walls,
The ascension of adverse
Waterfalls:
With an uphill journey, therin
Lies
The epitomy of the ostracized.

I'd devour time faster to
Satisfy a climax
If the denoument, in turn,
Satisfied a relapse

Tragedy: gone with the wind,
In a perfect world
Where there is no sin.
Doves: cloud-clearing,
God-fearing,
Searching for their pulse
In the wake of orthodox
Autonomy,
Wishing to revolt

I see a star pass overhead
And dream about the sky;
I dream a star falls in my hands
And see about the tides

Black and blue are but colors
Stricken with a curse,
Forcing patient, quiet men
To live life in reverse.