Haven’t we been here before?
What new world view from the same old vantage point —
are we really looking for?
Loneliness is cunning, with its sharp teeth and claws,
it whispers a little louder — until we answer the call,
then like the living dead — we march into its fiery jaws.
We set the sky ablaze,
let it tumble down onto just our two heads.
In a dream state — once again,
we’re wide awake —…
