Seeking an empty space

Between the columns of names

Beneath the towering gods

Of a distant dream

~

I’ll make a home in their shadows

Forgotten in their joy

For the inner world to sprout

And rise high in revolt

~

Seeking space

In their bustling rivers of concrete

To carve a swathe of green

Full of fables of regret

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Like defiant weeds they’ll clamor

For the rays of the sun

Around their silenced masters

From the wilderness below