in search of life

[cacian]

It is long gone
that sense of want
to run outwards
down to the forts
concreted world
ruined
and
cold
desolate
souls
obsolete
falls

it is long gone
that sense of old
ragged
and mold
life
is
a mine
volcanic
gold
insurgent
forth
rebellious
strong
it shall implode
to spark and hope
to lift
the loss
despair and curse

a better place
somewhere impressed
never depressed
is human race
nature reserves