often times
we are little more than
laughing ghosts,
trees without leaves,
crude matter on auto-pilot
tired and restless
passion peaks
as the spirit
leaves the mind behind

sitting under the heavy noise
of distant and indifferent stars
we watch the cat become the owl
and search for private clues
as we wait impatiently
for the wisdom of the gods
to light the way
so that we may
finally break free
of this collective
and insane simulation