Hope costs nothing,
is, that true?
Wait and see for free will to be a myopic illusion.
Within the severity of the palette
slick reflections imbue self-deception
into the ambiguous arrangements of space and color,
presenting objects through
the presence of their absence.
The land of laws in a Lawless Land
inundates the Woman in the Dunes
to flood, grow, trade,
for the influence to,
the abstracted continuation of her single thought.
The wave of effacing narcissus slowly
blooms and pervades the early fog
asking, to be healed is a very mysterious thing.