The city’s busy streets
Depleting this meaning
Full of hapless beaming
The energy of many
Theoretically betting
On the strength of this webbing
Binding the once blinded
To the extrasensual

The wind’s stirring
Like hair and leaves in the breeze
And the shifting boughs in the trees
Leaving me shaking at the knees

The water’s ebbing
Its waves in flow
From the undertow
All to prove its worth in show

But this fire burns brighter
From the darkness
It makes the world lighter
Releases the dark from all of this

From the earth, it all comes
Waiting for the day to bring us back
Our bodies and souls it beacons
To relieve us of what we lack