Immutable laws guide our faith -- troubled deeply
in the marred confusion of modernity.
A force greater than this guides us from within.
Some possess it on the verge of madness
Others in quite serenity and the forlorned focus
Of insomnia – genius not of our world
Lost…afflicted…damaged souls of borders
Adrift on a sea of obscure and wanton nomads
Clenching tightly their heads – sheltering their ears
From the voices who call loudly on the winds of change.