Escape - A Transcendentalist Poem

June 4, 2012
When I walk

(descending through the pendulum of the city)

… I yearn for an open space.
My throat thickens in the congested






alleyways

because as we see ourselves,

through nature and




God,
the Sky sees us --

under an open veil of velvet sky.








Here I am at mercy to truth.









But from my perch










in the city,









the Sky above me is








incapable of









seeing anyone but










rather it








hides -- under the smog










and the








dulled lights that stain









the horizons.

If only I could find an open space,


for as we see God, as



we see nature,


as we see ourselves,

the Sky would see no different. ~





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