There's a phone at my work

And you might think me a berk

But it calls me from a mindful zone

A place I like to visit alone

 

Ear to the top

As sounds fizzle and hop

It is a direct line

To feeling fine

 

I hear wind, birds, hussle and bustle

A universe unexplored in the rustle

Even in short bursts, it quenches my thirst

Distorting my mind toward what's first

 

Escaping a land confused and combusting

Now it's loud, distorted and rusting

Making the call ever louder

Warm, enticing, and prouder

 

Bliss is on the line

Not ignorant but enshrined

Holy and meaningful

From somewhere more beautiful