Not concerned, not affected

So much noise, still not distracted

In a world separate, enclosed

There dwells a death, an eternal repose

This to long, this to seek

Where night unrivalled, twilight bleak

Pray be saved, salvaged, torn

From this reality: in chaos, forlorn

Seasons stop, Winter stays

Angels take this world away

Better yet, carry me in flight

To escape into the dream of night

Where I am ungoverned, unaffected

Silence sacred, noise unhunted.

February 2001