Tale of Vision (c) 2019

I rise amid the shore

A faceless conquistador

Holding within my hands

A predestined life plan

How visual! Yet how opaque

Is the great escape

Oh spirit! I cannot mask

Quite fitting is the Basque

Oh heaven! Can I not stave

Away from the murky haze?

Is all that we live to see, to be

Just a dream in prophesy? _JNAHA_