I see it everyday.
That White Sea of blinking
eyes, urgently looking for
something in desperation.

Innocence bleeds by the hand of the fraudulent.
For an instance it seems that one withholds,
Innocence with frailty and
frailty with innocence.

I walk through a field amid
significant moments, not to be tampered with
by vanity or folly.
I walk briskly and