The Murky Distant Chorus

A murky distant chorus unravels in the sky,

And mocks your fears and mocks the tears that trickle from your eye.

The play of thoughts within your care hold scents unraveling in the air. 

There’s monsters lurking within your days that laugh at feeble wayward ways — a cacophony of facts and fiction. A laughable retreat for the mischief prone, that sits upon the skulls and throne of bone, a prior testament of lies, for he who lives and he who dies.

A strange and hidden plight, a mask that’s worn so tight. 

Claw at the figments, grasp the emptiness, and lie still on the floor of a pool of passions that delude even the wisest of discerning eyes. When laughter and cries meet upon agreed suppositions  we all find something akin to peace while a murky distant chorus unravels in the sky.