Blinders

one of those days of judgement
eyes rolled away from eyes carrying luggage
mouths smirked at the sleepy and meek
is it the sun shining partially?
is the wind whistling loudly
through your ears?
eyes straight ahead hereafter
photographic memory with a narrow lense
ultraviolet clouds aching the view
wanting to engage in conversation
no one willing to converse
among ludicrous egos scanning retinas
gathering molecular structure
stealing comfort out from underneath
running barefoot on the indefinite
soothing in a sense, something authentic
satisfaction to the solitary adventurer
time to walk and not worry
notice the song, three beats to a measure
a black crow singing of tomorrow