bright shines the days
that lie before me
like the emerald city
glowing along my
yellow brick road
through toxic fields
of numbing sleep
between here and there
crossroads that point
back to the darkening past
whether north or south
whether east or west
every step
breaks the bones
of the beloved ones
while the pale rider
seems a friend
worth fighting still
when I meet
the great and powerful
what shall I seek
be it heart
be it courage
be it wisdom
worthy trinity indeed
may satisfy this empty need
or not
Oz is empty of answers
while the last balloon left
carrying Kansas away
on the winds
Harnessing Chaos 