Thursday, August 13, 2009


sunlight hits
what does it means to be alive
in our endless, unholy hives
that plague the sacred grounds
endless halls of constant crawl

step out
out of this whole hole of dirt
purge the darkness and the war
from our open-wounded hearts
and feel the freedom newfound

so you die
but the earth is still around
it will tear itself apart
grow its child in the wilds
honor the old into stone

you will become
the ground you walk
and then, mountains
everything is alive
until the sunlight
hits us all

1 comment:

The tone said...

light and dark, life and death, the rhythm lulls us into a kind of trance to feel lighter and lighter although the content gets heavier and heavier.
Delicious as usual!