71: Holidaze

The maze is in shambles
with all of its secrets
and mine are hidden here, somewhere.
I found hers and yours is on the horizon
as we reach to find it there.
What is it that makes us restrain from that bond
that you've been solemnly seeking,
because the atmosphere's calling
and the moon is waiting for us to close our eyes.
to pretend it was Christmas
for one last time
before all this ends
and
is
over
with.

70: Maths

Hating equations, hating the right and wrong
but loving the grey in-between.

How awful to be so throughly justified
by the shortened proof,
this deadly code.
The summary of life and all our dwellings
will never inhabit
the games of this short
I'll never let it; never, ever.

Aall of the effort to be struck down
by the blasphemous pages of answers --
well I have questions of my own, of living eternity
but this numbered proof will never be able show it.