yea, i'm a jester, a fool
but notice my fine king's cloak.
it shelters me from
the frost of peasantry
and allows me no peerage
of scrutiny.

as i mark my ambling way,
broken twigs the only evidence
of anyone's passing, i notice
ahead my entourage of equals
as they pull ahead of me,
their dust is suffocating.

squinting, my eye of consideration
gets the panoramic view, i see
my place among the stars
though darkness could fool
the unitiated as i rush to them
longing for yesterday's comfort.

10/04/2005