swirling restlessness, oh, ignorance be bliss

i reached across the chasm of time

to apprehend a grasp of my place 

in the immeasurable wheel 

of functional existence

found it a drywell

for my dysfunctional storm of restlessness

oh, rocky orb, broken earth

my thoughts faltered untamed

by my fallen imperfect's waste

where the vain of senseless tastes leave faint trace of insignificance

without purpose, looms the shallow waterboards 

with their malignant threat of drowning's extinction

bad frame of mind

in this anonymous milieu

of thing called life,

its ubiquitous collective conscienceness, so called,

for its minutia of particles of what is called reality,

whereas in truth there is none, 

no real truth apart from his, 

the creator,  blessed be his name 

the fool talks loud, sits on his brass idol and frowns at his own works, disdained

the fruit thereof worthless gain

exhaust not yourself in such mindless frames of empty mind that leads to nothingness

blind ear, false heart, 

deaf eyes will never see

spend not yourself, nor exhaust the fruit of energy upon that chaff

look across the chasm's hold 

upon the dark of humans' works

far off into the distance i see penetrating through my soul

the hungry eyes of threatening ones who'd like a piece of my strength, my will,

to start another war

i must find myself a place of rest far from the beaten's paths

deep within the crags of rocks surrounded by the green of shrubs

of lounging creatures lain at rest breathing in the air's sweet best

the granules of rippled sand 

by blowing winds far from the sight of city crowds

untainted by footprints weapons of war and greed

here there is no need for electron feeds 

the yaqui indians knew it best

my heart will never fit the mold established by specialized science' roads

i am like a bird caged in bars of iron rusted mold

slay my yearnings for wings of freedom

a word, a text of praise, sugar and fluff

will never do to quench my thirst

i search to renew my every endeavor to maintain a satisfied composure

instead i find superficial film, micromillimeters thick

it vaporizes at my glance tormenting me to take a chance

between life and eternal death

only to escape sudden boredom and murky vexation

inevitably, I exhaust in prayer 

waiting for the end of this age

the new dawn, fulfillment of

peace on earth, good will toward men