He rested there, silently
While the world moved
Patience was now his
No thoughts of laurels
Past, present, future
Only now, the chase, the word
Once representing a divine gift
Now, simple charm, endearing
Had the word lost its power
As he?
Ah yes, charisma!
Conjuring the night, divinely
The equestrian of dreams, the Knight’s mare
The oneironaut navigating the sleeping seas
Leading, conquering the shores unknown
He rested there, knowing
While the world moved
Gone, to the other shore
Shadows and light, contrast and color
Projection, projection, projection
Primitive Joe 
