Reign of the Pale Mistress
As shadows creep swiftly
Over baked pastel hovels
The swollen pale mistress
Begins her brief reign
Of blind acquiescence
Under her cooling vale
The heat of the day's observance
Dissipates rapidly in a cloaking mist
Under the sleeping giant eye
All manner of forms emerge
Into the freedom of indistinguishability
And convert audio blending.
Shun the light for the eye
That passes deaf sentence
On the non-conditioned
To ostracization.
The upstart tyrant, sun
Who enables Man to see.
--Lynne R. Freels, 4 January 1989
© Copyright 1996, Lynne R. Freels