Crème caramel, delight astray, after a glaze touches our way, we’re distracted by its glitter. Falls into a dessert of litter, pieces of memories forgotten. Don't need them? Throw them! We’re enthralled by the scent of ashtrays, puffs of dissent draw a map toward nothing. We are not tough but coughing. I can’t accept reality’s bites. Blood is a reminder of contrite eyes, discovering their blind acceptance of what lonely binds them to a future without water as their havoc cries… Father! Why couldn’t you be a reflective prism who desired not to live, but thrive beyond a petty pocket? What seems glittery is a littered seabed, what I see is a belittled future... Cents spent on clothes never worn, gas drunks, feathers adorning a sickened imagination that ignores how contamination starts not in dirt but in minds. Don’t cry a not have but remind yourself, what you do have, shine through kind wisdom to be thine. The unkind suffer in the thicket.