There is no Try

Blind Mans
Decrees
so good so cruel so cold so kind
So utterly divine
Motley though they be
Children pipe
Wretches dance on midnight porches
Pigs dream of romance
With cotton candy clouds.

The wise strain gnats
Through camels hair


While nothing whispers in the air

Caught up in emanations
Source less soulless
Empty eyes in ivory sockets