It grew from the concrete
So did dead moss
Fluttering stoic lashes,
Organic, cellular, gate crashes
Faking smiles; for bewildered masses.
Conceiving, believing, deceiving
Cemented visions; stealing and thieving.
Pin-pricked pupils, shocked
Child of destiny; scruples unlocked.
Needing an indication,
A fixation, communal operation,
Prayer by allegation; false deliberation.
Faxing Him, unfazed,
Tapped through morse code, fully dazed.
Calculated lethargy; bipolar domes raised.
Will You nurture the world for Me while I’m away?