The poignant moment
when the color of usefulness fades;
the words once spoken so clearly
become muffled by ambiguity.

Our purpose,
so loosely translated.
The subtle cues
within the season are overlooked.

Complacency burns slowly
to the ground.

Shadows are absent
without the light.
The air stings with abrasion.

Silence; resting
in the bosom of wisdom
until dawn.