open up to me
and i gaze in the abyss.
shards of bright diamonds.
spirit
familiar families
love one another
with brotherly compassion.
one big family.
traffic jam
around the corner
quiet cul-de-sac of peace.
mindless traffic lost.
enigmatic phobias
we who owe so much
to the magnificent few
we burned at the stake.
muted soul
the brain is angry
whips the chariot body.
soul looks on silent.
mountain high
the journey of some
is steep through high snow both ways.
yet they persevere.