Severed Sanctum


Severed sanctum-

People look once again for peace!

Won’t you reconnect to these marbled madnesses?

These souls of empty air?

Who say- “What is war?”

And “There is no war!”

Yet they look for peace, 

The mad hypocrites-

Disillusioned fools! 

So I beg for them-

Severed sanctum-

Return!

Calendar


I may choose to mark my life with meetings-

A calendar in a way-

A cycle reminding me of my intrinsic state of isolation…

For my years will last much longer,

If I count each meaningful meeting with a human as a revolution of this planet-

Or maybe I should count an interesting interaction as marking a day…

Either way,

If I lived this way-

My years would stretch to eternity…