From Granite To Sand

i see the city from a high drift all those shimmering lights somewhere out in that sea of halogen and high wattage you exist i have an idea where but i'm not certain the man-made horizon seems to shift like a lazy breeze sauntering through it the mitochondria in my neurons seem to sway with this motion malfunctioning just a bit as i feel your essence but i am lost and am but a mere cipher on my lofty perch a ghost swirling about in the air ephemeral wisps caught in the spines of the cacti as i look for hallowed grounds should i go and excavate the sidewalks that are traversed by the dead in search of the occasional light that shines from the eyes of a cognate soul or should i go home and lament over all the love lost twisted over some fantasy of eternal unquestioning love the wind pushes so now i'll just go where the metal box with an accelerator and a steering wheel takes me