mortar

convincing fantasies
of x meets y
a soldier alibi
stranded on a peek
of human unrest
until it passes
under the sun
burning the morrow
before it begins
again
burying the unlikely
for the stable
because good
and bad
are all to have
in hindsight
some mistakes
are mistakes
and some
are life changing
better to pass
the butter
before losing shelter
of folded necks
sandy streams
of could bes
bricks like lessons
mortar reflections
sils, doors, window frames
raise up the pain
and quell
vapid betweens
so there's nothing more
than you and me