where humanity does not haunt

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.




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