FALLACIES… BY A SOLOIST AS MEN MOUNT THE STEPS TO THE TOWER OF FALLACY A SACRED GLOOM LURKS IN THE SADDLE POINT OF FAITH AND FELONY BLOOMING CANONICALLY IN THE COHESIVE THOUGHTS OF A BRITTLE BLOOM. THE MENTOR OF THE JOURNEY HAS GONE INTO HIDING LEAVING THE COMRADES TO TREAD THE BROKEN PATH ALONE FORGED BY MALADIES OF ITS SWANKY INHABITANTS. THE VISTA OF HOPE THAT’S LOOMS IN THEIR VICINITY MAY SOON FADE AWAY IF LEFT IGNORED AND UNTOUCHED A DECISION HAS TO BE MADE, MAY BE RIGHT, MAY BE … AS WE DISCOVER THE ZENITH OF TRANSFORMATION AWAITING THE CALL OF AN OPTIMIST’S JUSTICE VERACIOUS FANTASIES ERUPT IN THE SOLOIST’S THOUGHTS ENGULFING HIM IN THE SHADOWS OF AN ENIGMA WHETHER TO STEP AHEAD OR PROBE THE PAST  DOUBT GRIPS HIS VYING SENSES, PULLING HIM IN INTO THE OCEAN WHERE QUERY LINGERS IN THE ARMS OF TRUTH FATE IS DROWNED AS FAITH IS FOUND IN THOSE SECRET SHALLOWS DOOM THOUGH FORESEEN CAN BE FORGOTTEN  AS A NEW DAWN AWAKENS IN THE VIGILS OF A SACRED TOMORROW