Two masks collide in the darkness.
Each is seeking it truth,
But observing only their realness.
Boredom and Loneliness sharing…there’s no fruit.
Two lawyers defining their arenas.
Unhindered by the other’s reality.
They interact independently.

The chance meeting, exchanging of tales,
Observing policies of the herd.
Despising the rituals, they strive not to fail.
Detesting each other, they won’t understand what they’ve heard.
So the deep pools lie unexplored,
Overflowing and empty. A meeting of gods.
Each was truth itself. Two walls collided.

The parallels separate, their functions performed.
Wandering the hazy infinite,
The encounters are endless, all are scorned.
Searching eternally of the Keys.
Hope stands always in the shadows ahead.
A magnet for our souls,
A curse for our minds.

Jan 29-31, 1987