Desperate to feel

the wide open space.

Too many years


feeling the walls

without touching them,

or touching

anything at all.


So disconnected,

despite being

always wired in.

So alone

in a cacophony

of a million voices.


Out of touch

with the people,

with humanity.

Dreams come in,

of mountains

and wandering rivers.

The valley floor,

rich with life

and the deep,

blue ocean.


So sterilized,

we didn’t know

the bargain made

would be

a trap

that would end

in the captivity

of a species.



HG – 2021

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