we crawl the ethereal spaces
looking for ethereal faces
can’t bear the brilliance
can’t stand the life
of the real
blazing from the flesh
can’t come too close
to the beating hearts
of the who that would be
friend
we wander the wireless ways
cold fibre highways
hiding imago dei
maybe
hiding
from
imago dei
burned into the worst of us
tattoo of God
blinding our guilty eyes
till the world is a dream
the flesh is but shadow
no hello no goodbye
just escape
running to ethereal places
seeking ethereal embraces
Harnessing Chaos 
Pete this poem captures a pervasive sadness or mourning for the passing of fellowship. Conversation around the hearth or kitchen table has been replaced with a poor counterfeit. Sanitized relationships at the click of a button. Safe, shallow and superficial. The irony is, it isn\’t.j
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You captured it perfectly J.
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