The earth wire

I have looked at this line
for a long time
and now it is time to move on.

In the valley of the sacred song
where the choir rises with the sun
and the chorus echoes off the hills

it never fails to give me the chills
as if the sounds are dead sound
bouncing off the dead ground

look around you
there are many valleys that
surround you
many sounds designed to
grind you down
and when you’re polished and smooth
they’ll polish you off and put you under.

do you ever wonder how far you go
when your eyes are closed for
the nightly show?
only the dreams know where they’ll
take you
perhaps down to the lake, perhaps
forsake you, leave you in limbo
only the dreams know.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.