Once in a lifetime,
Perhaps twice,
One may stumble upon a
City in the desert
Consecrated to a death,
To a wound which happened
Long ago.
Perhaps twice,
One may stumble upon a
City in the desert
Consecrated to a death,
To a wound which happened
Long ago.
So terrifying!!!
To put wheels on the shrines
And hoist up sails to capture
Spiritual winds.
To set out with the hope,
Of learning a new ocean.
So much lost of
So much known.
Who will we be, and
Where will we go?
But it does not do,
To worship a hole.