As we watched brown-clad riders crest the currents,
As we plunged seas of shade to deafen our senses,
to submerge in the smokescreen of façade and disguise
with the poise of a dirt-encrusted boulder,
As we followed the bright auroras snaking across the path,
As we tumbled after the next penny to tread our vision,
to fulfil our senseless skins with wealth and emptiness,
while ignoring the claxonning bells in white,
A pinprick, no more, punched through the walls and
daylight filtered through to our filmy cells.
As we thirsted for air beyond membranes of grey,
As we tore through our veils in search of the light,
We were tempted again by scarlets and golds,
to drown once more in the tired fabrics of waste.
But radiant hands reached, grasping our hearts,
and lifted the tarnished, feeble Us
back onto the sand, and as we looked,
there were many others submerged in the grey.
As we inhaled the green grass, the translucent sky,
As we flinched at our hands, repulsed by the stains,
they were gently wiped clean by a pearly-waxen white, when
another flailing hand appeared in the waves.