Salt and Light

After a long disconnection from reality,

I looked through my glass web,

And reality dawned instantly;

What a way to see life ebb.




I saw the flies singing,

Singing for the provision of a meal,

A meal of blood and wounds not healing;

Oh, this can't be real.




I sat still and thought,

Should I break through the glass web?

Well, enough of wishful thoughts.

I'll ride a bus through the cobweb




I'm salt and light,

So, I'll journey through the place of desolation.

It is time to build the foundation,

Only then can things be made right.