The Veil
The hands move.
Daily tasks: some performed adequately, some not
Some left to wither
A continual cycle of dull reaction
Wading through a haze
Heavy
and Blue, a blue blacker than death
Sometimes left unpierced
By the scalpel of modern chemistry
The Veil is acknowledged
Familiar
Even comfortable
For its protection from responsibility
Search for a light to penetrate the veil
And wonder if I really
want it to...
July 22, 1998