Furthermore…

Is there no answer, no one who cares?
Replace our souls with the things you want
We are only what you say. Say what you want.
Why have we lost what was simple
why have we turned our backs on the truth
to follow that which made us lose ourselves?
Talking is not unlike touching, yet speech is not physical.
My eyes gaze intently, into my desires
yet still, I am distracted by stars.
Autumnal felty hues
the billowed blues of Aegean sea and sky
Tiny white-laced patterns float above terrain of cold.
The clouds loom low to form a shelf for the sun.