for the depth of history… of long-Story… of faded glory
i’m tired of the new… the flashy… the clean.
the slow-pace… the simple space… the grounding place
is what i want… what i need… don’t get me wrong
i’m all for the Thin place… naked and safe… dangerous grace
but i want a guarded keep… where the cloistered speak… and old women weep
where roots grow… where change is slow… and the Other known
a place the world forgot… the cold stone that once was hot…
whence mysteries speak and losers peek and long broken hearts open
with a creeeeeeeeeek.
