Aimless through the black and white, among the grainy tops of midnight. Wander through clear cut lines of staunch lit dreams and windless vines. Crawl and stretch toward open whites, blue or hazel of open eyes. Crossing through emboldened text. Reap and sow tears of crying minds. Black and white, back and forth; whose hope is it to read the signs? Among the fields stemming dreams of height, while as to day, they fall to night. Within words so far away only disbelief will fill my fright. Harvested here by those astray, the tree of wisdom, from leaves that fell away.