the grassy knoll

there is something disheartening in knowing 

ignorance may be bliss 

after all 

cradled in strong arms 

father time has whisked us awake 

and far beyond the comprehension of mortals

there is a boundless nothing that 

inescapes 

the limited mind 

voided 

and packaged for return 

there is nothing worse 

than not being allowed back

home 

where your heart knows that you belong 

is a place that doesn't 

exist 

on this plane 

no matter how far you 

might want to

fly 

grounding can keep 

eyes on the horizon 

and traction

propulsion can be 

formulaic 

while interaction

is beyond calculation

comprehensive 

without form and 

void 

throughout 

a residual tone 

as it echos 

out to no one