[Neuromancer]

YET TO SING

Winter's stillness waits
Patient in the quiet dawn
Life's labor - Art's song

[Neuromancer]

BUT REACH IS IN THE EYE

Smears and smudges mar my strange
Stroked hues

[Neuromancer]

DENOUEMENT

A season of grey
Tarries on the river's edge
Brooding bareness spent

[Neuromancer]

VII

Time and place do not change
Nor power, thirst nor air
In a transitory dream you choose
Illusions of the light
Upon a desert bare and bane
Where bones of indecision lay
Scattered in the night

At each turning find your face
Amidst the myriad spinning guile
There is no higher dream
Nothing to restore
Save a single silent soul
Adrift on a sea of transit
Lost to that solid shore

There is a final desert
In a distant final land
With faith not hope go forward
Stride bravely in the sand...