I rage with a lonely rage
against isolation, blindness and a smiling callousness,
against the denial of our nakedness, our need
against the illusion of goodness
sing to me connection, sing to me life, flowing,
quietly moving me to vision
sing to me a fountain of companionship
what will these gods do for you?
... these gods of all false comfort,
taking credit for gifts not of their making,
these gods who rob us, yet remain barren ...
... what will they do for you?
I rage with a white hot rage
Sing to me songs of comfort
songs from silence
silence ... singing
cleverness masquerading as depth,
against sophistication, imprisoning the wounded soul
against a proud intellect, withering the spirit
sing to me