the lingering disparity between humble thoughts and troubled bowels
is the gap stretched over by its own gaunt limbs
smoke-ridden along the cradle of its canyon base
with its yellow humour staring into expired stars
an indifference yapping from behind tomorrow's fence
artifacts of significance and truth fumbling through dust and stuffed with cotton
hung on wooden walls

the object bright and shining that perhaps forgotten fell
a tumble down the cliff along the further off end
flailing those dull grey limbs with every smash against the rough edges
following bright exhaustion before it hits bottom