WHERE E'ERE YOU WALK

Conformity shall crowd one into a shade
Strangling strivings for the light,
Automatic men shall accost you
With freeze dried charm,
And women whose love
Has slimmed down to desire..
Syrens wailing..
Shimmering mirages
Alluring with arid delights
And death;
Where fear starts
At its own shadow,
And stops at nothing.