By God’s Heedless Touch


 

Sometimes,

I wish to run away

To far off lands

Where the night sky

Is always a vast,

Black blanket

With dots of gold

Haphazardly sprinkled

By God’s heedless touch.

There,

I would live

in my natural state

under the influence

of only impersonal

cruelty.

Unlike the chaos,

The orchestrated madness

Of the city.

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