Up here in the still night air
and the cool
Solitude, yes, that's the rule -
I can open my third eye
if I dare
to try.
Hello there, the steady lights
of concrete jungle mocking me.
Hello again the moonless nights
the absent sun I'll never see.
Hello, hello;
you turn about
and then you nod and go below
towards the chamber where we sleep
because you know.
I take a breath for habit's sake
and then I clasp my body close.
Risk's a thirst - and hard to slake
the heady scent of fear
the foes are drawing near
and I am unprotected.
I will meet ire with love.
I will meet spite with grace.
And when they flay the flesh
from my undefended face
my third eye will be fresh
and it will see the sun
and I might leave this place
if death comes from above.
We should all be so lucky, really.
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