Sensation of disconnection
The opposite of peace.
Half finished buildings.
Notes that don't ring clear.
Phantom alarm calls disturbing sleep
Dead sea waves.
I know nothing of god's words, only silence
But here I can believe that creation is majesty
In the kill.
In the dripping red tooth and claw
In the light, soft and dappled on a floor of tinder dry leaves
The water cascade pounding itself into white foam on the rocks is my fears destroying themselves.
I know nothing of past lives but here I am reborn.