The Rock Concert
In the shattered light of 15 thousand veiled souls
I found myself standing within the womb of the Universe.
Through its veins and the beat of its pulsing heart
swam the voices of 15 thousand forgotten faces
Forgotten in the dark.
15 thousand blouses,
15 thousand trousers,
knitted through the melody
so that 15 thousand
“Salvation”, she whispers, “lies not above.”
And “Unity”, she hums,
“Lies far below.”
15 thousand mindless drones.
And she hangs her head down low,
Murmuring the words of which all drones are told:
“I walk Alone,”
....“I walk Alone.”