The Monk in New York

Ohm…
Street corners and headlights flash
like lightning from the heavens
Rumbling engines and construction hums
like far away storms in the mountains

Ohm…
People flitting about from building to building
as honey bees seethe through their hives
Concrete and gravel coat the earth
as hard as the stone in the rocky valleys

Ohm…
The city teems with life as…
I wake up dead from a nightmare of congestion