To find feeling in a sea of pixel cries

Now a million ways to say goodbyes.

My brain is no match for my mind,

To be a robot, from feeling blind, 

Would be bliss, silken light and pure

Quick noise- what more can earth endure?

A flame of fantasy, children's toys,

Who knew a thought could have such poise.

The kingdom of God is within all men,

Then why such stagnation in my pen?

The ink drops languidly like sulken oil.

On quicksand and peat, bewitched soil,

We wonder, we study,

We wander, we scurry,

Again, again and again will never suffice-

MT