BLINDING SKIES

When I look up at the sky
My eyes fill up with tears
As if my soul wants to escape
Through the sense-data of my face

And surely that must mean something,
From the Titanic forces who created me wholly
Whom hath deemed it worthwhile to call me back home
Though the silent gods have been dead for long wnough

I pound the soil looking for answers that never come
To find the land was never mine
And the cold, desolate truth
That maybe no one programmed me
To feel this sublimity in the clarity of the air above us.