the sheer blasphemy of the nation was irrelevent, absent
for curiousity rather audacity to know
rendered him driven for the answer of the son
driven nails into his own skin to climb subconscious
to see the face of pain & hope....in the same expression
he prays for the fragility of the world through grinding teeth
the birds fly lost in migration
circling around their own true destination
i gaze in the same direction as the light
Written by Point_Of_View