In the Eye of the Storm

At the Center of the Whirling Vortex
do I Stand,

It’s Noxious Dust, Chaos & Destruction beset upon the land.

The Devastation
Laid Waste Before It
cannot of sense
be made.

When Man
has lost all logic,
and thoughts
of preservation tossed

thru the endless barren desert
we must somehow find
A Way to Cross.

When Words & Acts
are in Delusion
carried out
Life into Lunacy
it’s very Self careens,

Our means
of Course Correction left in Shaking, Weakened Hands.

A line drawn
in the sand
is where
Salvation’s found,
stepping over,
a move past must
for higher ground
be made

A surveillance point where the air
like our vision is clear,
no longer distorted, twisted, blind
by our own or other’s fear.

Only from this place can we look out to see
with Clarity
Another Future’s Possibility.