Lost in the
wilderness
We are lost in the miasmal darkness
With inadequate tools to
help us find
Our way to the unbroken
kingdom
We are lost in the
labyrinth of words
For we are incapable of
naming
The essence of blood or
fire or star
We are far from hearing
wise voices
Or signs in the wilderness
we have to
Resign ourselves to
fragments of bone
& obscure purposes
that cannot
Be made clear by the light
of reason
We pretend that we have
made progress with
Liturgies that cannot
adequately
Describe the sheer
fullness of Being
Yet there’s a
reassuring, spectral wind
From Time’s distant,
long forgotten shores that
Still stirs intermittingly
through the cracks
In the frail and all too
human structure
Freedom Tower
Monolithic glass structure
Proudly reflecting the sky
Modern tower of Babel
Nerve centre of capitalism
With cloud bursting
antenna
To receive signals from
lesser gods
Born of grand hubris
Deliberately detached
From the world’s
perpetual pain
With no sense of the
tragic
For progress must continue
Despite contemporary
hindrances
Monolithic glass structure
Penetrating the sky
Illuminated intermittingly
With the red, white and
blue
Of a peculiar conception
Of freedom
