It is easy to believe

It is easy to believe

I am lost

Walking the desert

Breaking new ground

A sun-bleached morning

The scorch of a bush fire

Brightening the horizon

With the intensity

Of a volcano

Krakatoa

Blows my mind

There is more life

On the surface of the moon

Than opportunity

For growth

Here

An arid earth

A broken road

Dry cracked concrete

Buildings

With no purpose

Other than to die

Old-time religion

Practised in secret

Sects

Warehoused against the elements

Drummers

Beating a retreat

Runners and riders

Stockpiling ancient mechanical

Monsters

Polished chrome

Fossil fueled

Gargoyles

Garaged

In mould-infested

Workshops

Slum dogs

Building a resistance

To change.

In the distance

The river sparkles

The sun glistens

Against the glass sides

Of a gargantuan

Money laundry

Washing itself clean

Of sin

So near

To being

So far from being

Perfect

A stone's throw away

On the other side

Of the coin.

I flip it and see

How it falls

Nothing changes the outcome

It will always be

One side or the other.

I continue

Time will have its way

With me

Here

As much as anywhere.