There Is Life Here
There is life here,
Hidden in the crumpled vestments
And trappings of youth
Not the dull glazed eyes
The reflections of reflections
Shells, not yet dessicated husks
Bevelled edges of pixilated promiscuity.
Because there is life there
Away from the gadgetry and wizardry
The world is not so binary
There is chaos in the beauty
And outside the tinned treble of too much information,
There is the simple chirp of the chick in her nest
The violence of passion
The rawness of hate
And the fickle promise of forgiveness
There is life here.
It just awaits our undivided attention.