bold lights blur across the landscape,
more often than those dimmer candles
or their symbolic counterparts,
that might've traced the action of some
barely greater strength in curiosity
than that of shadow and despair.
I knew you before the pitfalls
the young seldom see,
before the hopelessness took hold,
gripped everything in your head,
and things started going wrong,
your path slowly twisting, bubbling,
the cement showing its seams.