Dark, disconcerting tracks of man that
follow the paths of its birth
Twisting inconsolably about itself
it begs forgiveness from its maker.
This engendering of the souls
brings forth a perspective never
before observed by man.
We hope that the powers of being
will take us under their wings
but we have no way of knowing.
Silently we walk and wish and hope
again for some dissolute prayer
to be our reality.