a streak of sunlight

slicing dark clouds apart, stopped

short at grimy panes

memories as sharp

and dry as grains of sand blown

on a desert wind

peek behind the mask

eyes that see, a heart beating

his poetic soul

with trepidation

I enter a new system

for which no road map

motionless morning

the sky a smooth grey canvas

for your brilliance

It’s time now to leave

the world of dreams and enter

the virtual day

backspace and replace,

delete, bin, trash disabled

the escape key fails

jealous eyes watching

behind pale masks slip within

recruiting through fear