Eight Prayers: Truth

i.
watch the brilliant cacophony
the clever din that hides
the purest whispers.

ii.
the violent secrecy
keeps my dreams alive
hard-wired into the cold machinery
of a hospital room.
staring at the cold
blank
walls.

iii.
let the apocalypse motions
sink in.
5-4-3-2-1 Judgment Day

iv.
seize up in ice-cold stone.
living the world alone.
gone.

v.
what do you read
in teacup hearts?
the honest tea leaves
tell the tale of words gone by.

vi.
do
watch the magnificent skyscrapers.
what hides behind their iron shells?
beware the anonymity
of city streets.

vii.
faces
and lights
flash past the graffitied mirror
of the subway windows.

viii.
Where has my heart gone?