Kidnapped

Lamenting, what not to-
think. Condemned to burn
the words daily.

The dwindling values tear open
the sit-ins of faith. I was
not ready to become a stone.

A busy vessel sends daily, the
blood to remote memories.
I look askance at the falling peaks.

A dog star following the
heels of master with blinders. No
straight vision. Time was the
mystery of the clock.

The moon is nowhere
in sight. I was starving
for a cardinal pain.