TINCTURED

Cerebral archive palette
borrowing reality's edges
from philosophic
nomad sages.

Stuffing the world
into prejudice's trash compactor,
squeezing it of any life
that doesn't bleed
with night or day's clarity.

Burying in a cemetery
whatever mutates
into enigma gray.

Stalking noon
for salvation
from shadows.

Closing eyes
when sky turns leaden
with storms of hypocrisy.