To find the secret way
Beside the voices-
Whispering of heretics
Traitors.
Mother Culture holds us close.
We must
Walk the winding paths
Away from the highways,
Sidewalks,
Sticky-hot asphalt.
Where:
Blueberries grow
And you can eat the cattails
Waving in the passing breezes.
Avoid the-
Institutions,
Corporate
Long grey hallways.
I’ll find the old buildings
Reclaimed by-
Love
Life
Life
And camp,
By a stream that fish still follow.
While I watch beauty escape in-
Ruins.
Finally,
Truly free
The stars will find me.
