1586.

Cynicism keeps
the ground fertile in the view
of weary living.

1585.

Each side seeking some
solace to build a new nest
of lies to tide on.

1584.

Intentions are all
inverted on this playing
field of empty hearts.

1583.

A desultory
foundation for emotions
absented splendor.

1582.

Weary souls turned out
for the parade of pretend.
Blank eyes and smiles.

1581.

Psalms are cast out in
empty efforts of comfort.
We are all just lost.

1580.

The song of the love-
lorn and depressed. A dirge for
those romance long damned.