Outside threats like white noise Drown out my sobs of fear, And my cries of ecstasy. I refuse limitations on myself, Placed by a western civilization That seeks to contain iconoclasts. Heraclitus, I hear you. Colorful walls turn to blank stares While space shrinks to dust. Things don't change.
People change things.
All feast together amidst the rumble and the rubble. Bright lights, big city, sea of faces, open sea, New world, new land, new life. I eagerly await the future.