Love comes from a place afar
where reason has retired
and the past has come to rest

where nothing reigns
and nothingness seeks itself

where the pain and sorrow is crushing
and the loneliness debilitating

where the years have no meaning
in and of themselves

where the souls of dead pets come to rest
and the pure of heart can window-shop

where good honest men are willingly led astray
and evil men can seek their demented inspiration from

where tyranny and jealousy are born
and sinners are drunkards are reborned every single night

where wholes come to be made empty

where humankind keeps its worst secret unguarded

where no one cares about the price of oil or gold

where the only weapons are emotions

where babies are taught how to smile

where currency is forgotten and an exchange rate is forbidden

where there are no walls or ceilings or bathroom tiles

where birds are known to fly in search of

where there is no address but the path back is never forgotten

if only i had known it all along
instead of trying to put back all the pieces..
only to have it broken again quietly
but gladly, somehow.