Too much stuff
without substance
Too much substance
dumbed down
To play in flow of mudslides
Is baptism in Augean tides

For one glimpse of feigned attention
From a passing forged allusion
Honesty loses to fashion
Introspection becomes translucent

Lost strangers at mid of night
Dark dance lightning the visceral way
Losing sight of a vision blurred
For attention temperance buys
Quickest blink of weary eye

So busy seeking relevance
Breaching honored trespasses
Inter fluid eloquence
For calculated arrogance

When lost ourselves we find
We cease touching a breathing sky
Tame our fiercest dragon dreams for eye to eye
For the regard of strangers passing by

Be not content to conform
Alternate from sanity of norm

Complete collection of poetry on the Poem Lyric Page

Composition by Jeffrey A. Boyer with much appreciation and thanks to Faith.