When This lose sight of That

Only the invisible
Finds its way
Into the minds
Of our hearts

Correct and incorrigible
Neither of them
Marriageable
This lost sight of That

The others
Tried to explain
To the children
Our illusive need
To speak out of turn
To fire back
With ground rockets
And mind-bombs

But this is all a game…
Do not get too concerned
About the small man
In the swamp of his own urine,
Arguing over others’ lives
Or the humble souls
Dredging the blood
Around the Universal light
Who do not understand
They are really
In control