I keep on looking for you, but I don’t know why,
when lost in the desert I go low in stead of high.
My wheels are rolling away, suddenly going faster –
can I be on the road to ultimate disaster?
Destruction is near, despair is my friend,
this peace is too good to be true.
Enduring the pain is how I intend
to keep on crying for you.
The Earth is trembling tonight
with power previously unheard,
but this quake with all its might
leaves my heart shaken, not stirred.
(16.3.7)
Kenneth Birch 