Smoke and fog blend into the red sky
Air bubbles and foams
Oceans bleed
Sand becomes glass
Glass shatters
Lightning has lost its thunder
Life has become a loud echo
Roots are poisoned
Animals thrash without thought
Clouds leak
Knowledge is everywhere
Truth is nowhere easy
Fire and smoke rise, controlled and tame
Rock is hammered and hurt
Paths sink into the depths of ground
Forests and cities merge as definition blurs
The uncompromising world compromises
We do not
We grow and change faster than we learn
We look into holes of earth and filth
What we find is what we’ve looked for, not what we expected:
Dust is always dust;
Morning dew decays as rapidly as change evolves;
The sun is small in the sky and the moon is large;
Color is less drained than soul and stronger than truth but weaker than mind;
Words have less meaning than sounds;
Sounds are distorted by light;
Light permeates existence;
Existence permeates death;
Death is older than memory;
Memory is broken;
Cracks are everywhere;
Nothing is nowhere;
Nowhere is hope . . .
Yet fields will feel the breath of wind and grass will blow again:
Hope is
