03/08/2016 — Be Headed For Greatness

A clean sweep

Of brushless strokes

Nothing is erased

And nothing is new

But it has all changed

Into the costume of itself

Strangled by love

The enemy returns home

To gaze into the hearth

Of fireless motion

Memories of what will be

Flood the castle of dormant dreams

Leaving the silhouetted message

“Now is not what you think it is”