Peaks and valleys coil,
wrapping ‘round the middle,
squeezing the life out of hope.

Brain mice scurry to settle 
on consistent inconsistencies:
fragmented information as breadcrumbs
to a deeper doom of fiction. 

Hope is hindered but not halted
in the grand halls of uncertainty,
edging away from
the dungeon of despair
to travel by air
to meet the origin of man
to honor an untimed death.