I am starved for silence
besieged by the din of insatiable industry;
its percolating miasma of exhaust
belching in the air.
Bound to form, barred from spirit
I move through a zone of distorted shapes and structures,
consumed by rabid activity
numbed in a heady drowse.
Walk on! Walk past the gray shadowy figures
silhouetted against the concrete and granite walls,
stolidly shuffling by,
lost–trespassers dragged through time,
Alight and linger not
lest delusion overtake you,
and blind you to the truth.