While Stumbling into a Sanctuary

Twirling gold murmurs around me; we are
peripherally interpreting
the lines and lowering
defenses. Here. We project
a sense of lecture, conjecturing thought
and dream.
As cadence overtakes
the fury of the outside
the anguish of the mundane
the taste of the truth of fear,
we breathe the calm
and our minds become a heart.

The Future

Calm hearts argue for equality
And equal hearts
Definitely
Lead to man’s survival.
But who will survive man?

Once I argued for equality.
Once I witnessed the underprivileged.
Once, and only once, I went and winced
At the deepest tragedies; whining, waging war
Upon themselves. I winced once at followers
Of faeries and falsehoods.
Twice, this time I thought
I’d rather share nothing at all.