there are those that take me
at face value
which increases with my age.

the stage is set
the scenery paints itself

if we are lovers or friends,
how to begin it or where
would the ends of the earth be
if we ever get there?

I have a pending invitation
hanging in the garden
swaying on the breeze,

Babylon takes me on the
ghost train,
the see through soldier sees
through me
but no one can hide from the self
on the inside.

In reality the invitation's just a conversation
overdue
just you and I and about I and I because vanity
Is a present we give ourselves.

Everything goes desperately God
but what underscores it is the fear
we won't make it.

I save time by forward thinking,
there's nothing in the rule book
that says we can't all look
ahead.


The fear is that God does exist
but is homeless and no one takes
any notice,
sound a bit fanciful?
a bit twenty first testament?

Welcome to the new nuclear city
somewhere to the East of Eden.