I live in a tunnel of softly lined walls
That melt into distance, beyond past recall
And flex as they twist in curves out of sight
To find what they will, through darkness in light
To bring within focus, then restore before long
To the place where they came from, bursting with song
How different is this natural corridor of flower
From those devious labyrinths, which seek only power?
As different as only what’s natural can be
From abstract constructions divorced from the sea
Where they came from in pillars of salt
Petrified into standstill to serve their good fight
In flights full of fancy, not earthly delight
So, when I encounter minds taken to view
Their selves as divided between me and you
All I can do, is leave them alone
To conclude for themselves
As I keep on living
In my own hollow way
