This proclamation

seems so profound

once read the sky

will trade space

with the solid ground.

The world seems

so corrupt and unsound

justice seems to

disappear miraculously

swept as sweat from brow.

Love is fleeting now

loss of life all around

as if constantly

our world is bleeding out

consumed by useless space.

Our shameless race

becomes saturated

with lies and illusions

scared to be vulnerable

living to die now.

But

There is always hope

within our reach

first the mute man must

speak of what the blind

man has yet to seek.