where humanity does not haunt
where society falls silent, my heart begins to beat.
there the gears of my mind turn
oiled by the thrumming of my restored heart.
the windows of my soul are opened
life breathing in and brushing back the cobwebs,
blowing back the dust.
cement. brick. mortar. metal.
these are bars in my soul
preventing the drift, the depth.
yearning for the absence of man
so obvious the depravity he boasts or hides
the air around him hangs dead. noxious.
my soul longs for eden in the far east.
MAN. NOISE. SPACE.
CREATION. GOD. PEACE.