Now here

Looking outward

The dark disk circles above

The master discs appear lost

In status

Having the correct status

The correct status

To spin into place

It is the dream of lepers

For they were sworn at

Those bitter children

Climbing the cold cold hill

Withering in their hands

Touching air they arrive

Holding their chest

For a moment

To hear politeness

Decent people

Who offer something real

Perhaps it is possible.

I am following the angels

They will lead me to brighter pastures

I just trust they know best

As they pull upon my chest

And comfort my distress.

Healing is good

Like clay

Something to play

It causes a change

And sweet silence.

Two is a nice number and so is three.

If an earth quake occurs

Throw out the rubble and

Build again.