to freeze a lake by spreading fire,
to coax a laugh out of the damned,
to set the profane on the pyre-
to study chaos and understand;
the new york subway creaks and shudders,
and every day a new’s the same-
to cast a wish into the gutter,
and will it grow into its name-
you never know the truth of you,
despite the shame, there’s claim- it matters
if every one shifts to someone new,
the past becomes a thing of tatters…
(where does reality built a grave?
among the crazy or the brave?)
sail sea of stone
beyond your bones-
there’s magic past the wreck of war
and islands past the brick of walls.
we all want more now, we all want more.
the silent sky now, hear its calls.
there must be something beyond these walls.