We have not done what we
wanted or planned or envisioned
but have remained sealed
in deep silent caverns by the sea,
growing ever less needful of eyes
and content with the narrow chinks
of light that wriggle through the cracks.
I rise from my desk, exit my room
and walk out onto a balcony,
a vast yellow desert without
discernible limits stretches below me.
forgottenpoet 