Mass worldy observation,
immersed in delusion and devotion,
amongst the dark swell of the afternoons' call,
that comes down daily to breach the peace.
There are no safe districts,
we all carry different scars,
force fed illusion, the need for consumption,
walls built of separation and division.
It is time to disassemble, unravel, untangle,
turn of the t.v, mobile phone, computer screen,
because there is nothing to be seen or heard,
that has not been glanced at many times before.
The compass is broken,
the map is torn, time to escape,
create a new destination,
where the signals of obedience do not call,
because they have all been switched off.
Thread by thread, we can rearrange,
it only takes a moment for light to return,
as rain falls down, filling in holes,
sparkles of nourishment, on breathing leaves,
release the vortex as fresh candles are lit.
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