Someplace else –
Withdrawn in remote landscapes
Away from what pretends to be in consonance
The true temple of eternal bliss lies hidden
That knows no claim – no ecstasy
T where deserters abscond from overkill
Exhausted from velocity that culminates in vertigo
When blurred thoughts got out of control
Unable to differ above and below
As in a cynical escape from a rest
As in a constant high of rust and haste
The pulse is in a fever aching for the overdose
That resurrects primeval instincts
Aheartfelt yearning to undo the turmoil
That weighs heavily upon the shoulders
Lured by the soul-cleansing force of silence
That is nestled in the shades to
Ar econciliating catharsis of the apostates
To leave without a trace
Everything and everyone behind