take another look

One more look;

dreary eyed Saints of the Subway,
of You I seek cold truth,
stuff of Devils and Diamonds,
entrenched in the Moral mire,
endless occupational adventures,
be it for Salt or Goats
or Gold or Boats,

an endless Brain choke.

controlled slaves to Capital,
Company, Government, God,
and when the time comes,
in comes reinvestment.

Ferocious faces
Lonely places.

fire in the eyes of those about,
unexplained but subtly clearing.
the idea that those around you
can be in the same physical place as you
but in an entirely different mental state from you
is absolutely understandable but yet utterly baffling.
somethings just aren't read in a book or on a page,
some must be experienced. those are the things that comprise
the abyss,

man can find his character there,
man can find his villainous rage,
or his archaic sensibility,












or another blank page












start afresh.