Standing backwards on a forward moving bus.
The slack- jawed tension of the mob hangs on every blank face.
There are no dreams to be had on this bus,
Just motion sickness and disappointment.
There’s no telling when we arrive at the terminal,
But it’s certain that it will be the last stop.
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"Look at God within yourself, how 'God is Light.' For his Nature is a glorious, many-splendored Light. He manifests the Light of his Nature to those who love Him in all the worlds…" (John of Dalyatha, Syriac Mystic)