At the dawn of dusk undone, at the time
When heart has sung its farewell wish, and, when
Time has hung a weighty gift upon mimes
Countenance, there seems a lack, somewhere-been,

A study of a composition, like
Water painting ploys mixed up with coffee
And shots at a bar. So far the near, so
Unacceptable -- the far. As, the fee

Of random elements crushes and tries
To capture imagination of fleed
Realities ultimate sad disguise,
Free will. It’s true . Reality can be

Only as relevant as any mind
Can conceive. We -- can redo Humankind.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/7/05