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rpeter Mar 2018
Listening to your voice,
Watching those scenes
Scares me too much,
Yet I am in heaven
It's all around, just let me see it
Awaken us to what you have brought us.

We made the choices,
Grabbed at all we could.
I see your glory just in parts,
then it fades
into the haze all around.

What am I to do?
Human touch, running to what?
Those blissful tones, inspiring and calm,
Bring us back, back to our home.

I exist, I struggle, I am.
It's all there, but pieces apart.
I fall at your knees and quake for your embrace.
Oh Lord, bring me your beauty,
Light to us all.
rpeter Mar 2018
Miles of tepid grey
Cement layers, new structures grow
Soaring scaffolds for a new cityscape.

Coffee waters this town,
A billion cups filled then dropped.
Bent shoulders, screens' enticing glow.
Sugary snacks on every walkway,
To bliss you out & blot out the cold
Those empty vessels in need of comfort.

Train door slams, crazy 80s specs
Worn without irony.
Hashtag meaningless dialogue,
Whose saying what?

The grey expanse closes in as dark is arching over.
How can there be lands drenched in sun and colour spectrum?

Muffled day, shoulders stooped
huddled in Winter's shroud
Yet life here remains switched on,
No hibernation, jobs are to be done.
In this cityscape of phones, faces and fantasies.

I am simply passing through.

— The End —