Even in daylight the darkness invites
In silence who will watch, who will care?
We can reach the inner soul much to our comfort
We know the secrets and the demons have no names
Still they are there, companions to our being
We call them many things, mostly we call them
And they come, without question, they come
We are at home in this verse, beyond words
Beyond sadness as the world turns in spirals
Like the flush of a toilet we are doomed before we breathe
Spinning, not really out of control,
yet spinning all the same, and we all move in place.
And War said it best, “The World is a Ghetto”
We never escape and one wonders, is this our making?
These are our angels and gods and images, our world.