Vacuum packed with happy voices
Paper blocks the door.
The fire screams,
The lightning tweaks,
The building ocean, ******
Will blast the plastic bonds apart
-and there we see

That fickle seams cant quiet natures roar.
Disguise the bloodied teeth with bleach
-the lions keep their fur
But fiercely they still pounce
And crush the pure and timid
Hear them scream?
But caged, not just the lion paces-
Even plants will shrill and die
When humans try to play the sky.

Deaf to feral growls
(they say the devil howls like the wolves)
Blind to claws and fangs
(his demons crawl and hang above our heads in darker places)
Hold our fears along the way and we’ll build halls
Of Styrofoam and fuzzy lights
To seal shadows where we’re scared to meet them…
Maybe we’re not meant to be in heaven-
Still we roam and still we scream. Still we cry and still
We seem to need the pain.

But maybe someday we can clean our souls…
But till then: “Happy Hallways”