Philosophical

I climb through structures 
built with metal and glass 
in a strange mixture of 
soft thinking and hard work, 
but somehow there is 
always another floor 
as we try to reach the roof, 
away from the ground that 
was trampled a long time ago; 
admist this aimless craving 
for intangible echoing matter: 
accelerating concrete darkness, 
constructing wooden light 
as forests are but the children 
of soot and unreleased heat. 
Philosophy is a set of processed 
guidelines for standard inefficiency; 
religion, a comfortable setting in 
fluffy cushions of synthetic feathers.

Museum of Modern Life