This is communication (as in
former position and future structure)
free from the holy wall, turned
on its axis.
Flexible reason and mirror to the
the inside remains in and the outside
Who will quest for the unseen?
Nations yet decay or petrify close by,
the buildings our siblings occupy have precious little human space.
And though I muster a faith in some underlying truth, the still unseen
guide to the discreet and private in man,
all that remains is a communal pleasure in expansion
reserving the nurture of intent,
unfettered and deeply connected to some
source, seeking the
My own heart pounds like a hammer
on a rusty nail,
driven within a very cramped space
refusing to wield to petrifaction