Soaring Immaculate

Engulfed in a meticulous nature
Unblemished by man
Afar from the City's eye,
For it is a sham

Where Time is not valued
And not what you'll miss;
Feel the rhythm of the wind
As it renders eternal bliss

With an appetite for discovery—
Without so-called potential,
Meditative thinking,
Is a most valued credential

In a transported absence,
Be within what you've known
With infinite eyes,
See behind what's been shown

Free from the City's grasp—
A prolonged suspension,
Pity its lack of perception
Of this unforeseen dimension

No mundane motion,
No gesture so obscene,
No pollution or politician
Can plague what's exquisite and pristine

Though obscured by an absence of hue,
the City is deceivingly bright
Eclipsed is Nowhere,
By an iridescent light

While withdrawn within,
Like an unborn child,
You must wake eventually
To see the city run wild