To crucify yourself
The universe behold
Dreams upon the shelf
Loose papers unfold

To commit arson on babel
When the gods won’t knock it down
The desire only to travel,
Where companies tyranny can’t be found

To escape the noise, however brief
The surreptitious feeling of a thief
The streams, the rocks, the trees —
these moments you steal
Sequestered, in solitude, at ease
These moments are real..
These moments are real.