black crowe

chameleon emotions take flight
cloud cover rolls over pseudo-sight

in a wave of honest intention
a knotted blindfold of dizzy absention

speaking in circles to no one but cement
a staircase turned to a spiraling descent

breath easy, take aim
a live target is the biggest of game

a twelve hour hand is more healing than glue
round once more, once more anew

from the base of the incline, uphill is the climb
from the top of the peak, stand still the time

the learned key is knowing the ascent from the view
when to grip loose and when to push through