In the next sweet time.

Trumpet blues resonates
as ageing in the past
brings death in tomorrow
where the symmetries
and integrability of
different thoughts fight
in an all out duel -
guns loaded,
they count,
they turn,
they fire
where honour amongst thoughts
become in the end
forgettable -
the thought with a thousand faces.
Beyond the Excalibur chronicles lies
the legend of the clinically dead.