at daybreak
the future shines chrome yellow
like the enamel
of a schoolbus
full of teenage anarchists who swear:
they will
get it right
until a life of time passes
without pry or notice
as the
cities fill to fulfill
their invented purpose
and the world the same,
having glowed before
and met with
solemn vows
starts to bore
for dawn is a bride draped in an ochre veil
whose luscious hues
soon go pale
but her yellow stuff
that paints the mountains
that paints
the trees
that paints the sea
that made fervors yearn
like fever burns
the earth, it
turns
skin red
with the prickled sense
of a color wheal:
it reminds us,
the brilliant are responsible
for all
undoing