out from under the cloak of indifference
and taller than most
grasping tightly to the reality of the dream deferred to the man whose dream remains reality in ruins.
i climb mountains
just to see over the top
crawl through tunnels
to find a flicker of light
hole to hole
forever searching for the way out.
the troops follow
one by one
they, too, hover to see the flicker
they see and want more.
truth reveals itself as streaming light
i am a guide.
in pursuit of the same stream
grapple with the same darkness.
using the cloak
only to shield away those in its likeness
lest the struggle continue without progress.