post-apocalyptic struggle to acknwledge what was lost in scrolls to never be found, a message to all who read without knowing

in a sea filled with quaint suggestions
above many roads with loose connections
there is my alibi
reading the sky

my percept flows from you to me
to all the other things that be
and while it is not always free,
i feel unshaken like the great rooted tree

moved by the softest breeze
eliciting positive change with ease
construction opens up new ventures
deconstruction repaints the pictures

there are a thousand words to a life story
filled with verbose descriptions of past glory
opening up to the dangerous world about
yet quiet enough not to give out a shout

it takes more to look into the lines than their meanings
not all of them hold all of the writer's true feelings
but as the music of life flows in melody and rhyme
the silence between is beautiful when read between the lines