Staring at the moon, I croon
like the loon that I am
wondering how it all began
where I am now +
where my intentions will lead me.

Searching for guidance in the
night sky as the fragrant
scent of burning cedar wafts by.

Awakened to the endless
possibilities nigh
yet feeling eternally trapped
faintly sigh.

This world of ours, once
bourgeoning + hopeful, close
now to the brink of disaster
technology can’t come any faster
+ here we are at the end of the line.