
an opus deserves
a thorough read
not some topical
nod
on the surface
it appears
a no-thing
you’ll comprehend
perhaps it’s really
beyond you
in a manner you’ll decide
is beneath you
ignore it
feel free even
to revile
like sonar
sweeps your landscape
peruse the depths
of your charge
walk the waterfront
of your longing
till you fail
to tell
the difference
between the things you need
and the storm about
to dash
your head
adrift
you are
awash
are you
awake?
© Chagall, 2013
