Rocks and bones erode back into good soil as all things fleshly must return to simple compounds...
The meat of fruits and bodies
Temporal
Decaying
we plant seeds for longevity
Longing
Waiting
For a bloom to follow
Everything breaks down for something else to breakthrough
The seed teaches the observer as it emerges from the depths of terrifying darkness
Such peace, a nightmare for hyperactivity
Ants crawling, building
It sounds like a dj’s fingers inching along the vinyl
Cuts of precision
Daring like the harvester of a honey comb
Honey lasts long but it still has a shelf life when taking outside of it’s home
How do bees keep it fresh?
We listen in to their frequency
Stinging our hearts back to life
Calling us home
To a home away from pesticides, herbicides, homocide
People’s cities being cited for walking, inappropriately talking
In other words expressing ones truth
Or not
Tricky
Slippery
Slope
To regenerate
Or rot
To be, do
Or to be forgot
What do we have when all we live for is for what we got?
Strip me of all carnality
Therefore you can love me past all casualties
Minds battling
Ribbed, ribbon slither rattling
Hissing
Ladies cackling
The pause in between
The creek in the tree
In the floor
As the playground squeaks
In these days in time do you see
A physical ceasefire
Where we wll all Rest In Peace?