Veteran of thresholds

Within the circumvallation of one's private hamlet
where one laughs, daydreams and sleeps,
from the humming clammy void
parallel worlds are created from construction materials
of the hunting heart and despoiling wailing sighs.
Worlds evermore adventurous,
bathing in a spree of unknown lights and landscapes at full trot
rejoicing to cross the wildest frontiers.
Beyond the window, another world,
a shadow world,
improvised from synthethic middens and foul breaths,
puffs out the hankering and romping eye,
makes
it
glaucous.

To survive is to grow up,
decoy to usher in the silent munching death
for an usurious
price.