I have sought refuge
in the heart of a great institution
in a major metropolis
that’s a prime target for terrorists
and so much in harm’s way (?)
this morning alone.

No reason to be here
except the technology edge
of lightning internet access
and ghosts roaming the hallways
to whisper me secrets
distilled from a world
where time has no bother.

So the war that I wage here
is one of intelligence nurtured
from beyond all the graves
of junkyarded cars and crushed buildings.
it’s called damned inspiration
and I’ll go where it leads me—
to journey forth if needed
onto the stark plains of hell…

For on such plains I’ve been tempered
before and quite often,
and with drawn sword I’ve slain demons
that wandered too close.
…but now there is more:
 with the mad curs cut loose,
to “cry havoc” , “cry havoc”
and shake a spear at the bastards!!!

Well…
 
To dream better dreams is the reason we're all here:
imagining all that's immeasurably more beautiful
so to reconfirm, re-create, and make blessed our world.
it's a quest!
...not always easy,
but there is no way other,
once you're called as a dreamer
to fulfill your dream.