Lilith meets Val on the intersection of a lush forest
and a cold stone, a piece of memory
that tears the heart when Val can see, hear, listen
it is so acute, so vibrant, and he does not want to have
the sight or hearing
when knowing is more painful and redemption
is far away, for it is the storms
and it is turbulence. yah. nothing makes sense
when the paths of yellow bricks do not lead
to serenity, and the quest becomes more and more
futile … … surely Lilith sees, her sight
is keen, the dormant wants are not denied,
every trick in the book is played and
her eyes are wide and uncomprehending
because the view is open to all.

don’t we all choose?

and she had chosen – the path
where it is quite obvious,
of a short cut to utopia.

isn’t that where every man and woman
seeks?

that place of serenity? and she has found
a way, it is not the ancient ways
and yet it is. for gold buys truth.

Val, val.

you know nothing surely

and he is dismissive,
he is in a hole.

no longer sure for she sits
at the highest temple,

of silver, gold and mirth.

it is strange that there is a tug,
there is a sense of dysphoria
for all he believed in
seems to be crashing down
when the stone crushes water.

there is no need for change,
no need to ponder

when gold and mirth paint the skies.