 A fog of seeming failure, rearing its teeth;
Only yet to uncover the successes beneath.  Finding what it takes to become unseen;
Glass walls follow suit in simplistic sheen.  Humanity emancipates
Christ statues fall and die of age Just like us: in organic decay -The Ocean // Anthropocentric  With danger abound you abide, and stray little from your path;
This vulgar exhibit we hide beneath, could it be the display of wrath?  Their children dance and play their games
In the shadow of the great old white cross -The Ocean // Anthropocentric  A pathway cleared, shaken skies above;
Will you find what you need within this love?  Without urgency and beyond all retreat;
Words do not travel when spoken beneath the sheet.  Through footsteps and mornings, in this we abide;
An ascent from the others, do wishes deprive? |
