In the final clock-tick

Of a sunbathed afternoon,

When time is the only traveler

Who is not tired,

Nor afraid of extinction,

I release my mind

To anchor in countless

Terms of reminiscence.

Immensity transcends wharves

Of steamy, urban vanity,

Skips over alphabetical

Juxtaposition of habits, 

And I finally break loose from

The grip of societal reality.

By evening’s early breath,

I find myself pondering

What blueness there is

In the saturated color

Of eyes that suddenly gleam

Beyond washed brick

And cobblestone existence,

Or a heart that expires

As it nears desolate shores

Of immeasurable distance.