3-** Earth

The quiet air settles, a moment held,
A breath taken, a pause in the turning world.
Light shifts on the distant hills,
The silent turning of the ancient stones.
A single leaf trembles, then falls,
Marking the passage of unseen currents.
The ground beneath, firm and patient,
Receives the subtle weight of all things.

My soul seeks its Earthen Balance, a core within this shifting,
A yearning to simply exist, unburdened by the relentless push.
Why does the heart hesitate to fully open,
When the world invites such tender care?
This inner ground must hold, though fear
Whispers of vulnerabilities, of paths unseen.
Each breath a silent query, seeking truth.
I long for peace, a quiet, settled space.
How fleeting, the ease of simply being.

The sky stretches, an endless journey,
Where aspirations rise on silent wings.
Smiles offered, tears freely given,
A tapestry woven from touch and sight.
Each connection, a fleeting imprint,
Defining the span of fleeting years.
The reach for heights, a constant pull,
Against the gravity of daily toil.

Yet, my spirit struggles for Earthen Balance, a steady hold on passing seasons,
This unending cycle of striving, digging, and building anew.
Why does the self relentlessly pursue,
When the end is merely another beginning?
The silent dread of unending effort
Consumes the present, denies gentle repose.
A fleeting pause, then back to the endless task.
I seek a peace beyond the racing current.
This constant turning, a hollow victory.

A velvet-heavy, honey-spiced cake
sat on a table spread vast.
soft enough for fingers to disappear into,
dense enough to still
even the most restless tongues.
Its candles flickered like stars.

No one asked who baked it.
No one wondered how long the oven stayed warm.
They just took— with knives that glinted like treaties,
with fingers that didn’t wait for plates.

Frosting smeared like territory lines,
plums dug out and hoarded,
their hands sticky with inheritance.

Someone wanted the cherry—
another, the coast of caramel.

Of course, they sang Happy Humanity to us,
clinking forks like medals,
smiling with mouths still full,
declaring the feast a triumph
without once glancing at the crumbs beneath the table.

The table itself is now a battlefield
of crusts and claims.
And the last slice sits on the chipped porcelain.

Down the hall
Back and to the right
Past a broken neon sign
Through an unlocked door
Then down four flights
A hole in the wall
In a room on the left
Follow it down
Through dirt and rock
After more than a while
You'll see a faint light
A oil lamp hanging
Kept by those who travel
So bring some won't you
The oil that is
Not much further past
You'll  find what you seek
The city beneath the city
The world and the way
That we abandoned long ago
The past they made us forget
And the future that might still be

Sarcophagus earth

eats the flesh, the bones remain --


and airy shadows.

Last Christmas was the last Christmas.
Last Earth Day was the last Earth Day.
Last weekend was the last weekend.
Your last birthday was your last birthday.

Happy last Wednesday!

-
Hear, the crumbling of the Earth
Here, the end of Venus' birth
As I lie in bare land with bare feet and swollen eyes
I found that my cries mean nothing in a rock where the air reigns in a voiceless bound
--My cries mean nothing in a rock where every part of my being is the Earth itself, resound

I.
Hear, the crumbling of the Earth
Rumble, tumble, crumple, stumble, crumble
I clung to my lungs as the minuscule particles start to dwindle
I reached for my nostrils and felt the spills of aeolian thrills
I opened my mouth and tasted the brittle sand from a forsaken land

II.
Here, the end of Venus' birth
My love, disintegrating, shattering in robust fragility
Fluvial murky patterns, ruining steps of vitality
Disintegrating, shattering in quiet intensity
Tides formulate the next city of Venus' death

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!­!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
At last, I lie in bare land with bare feet and sunken eyes
There will never be a winning fight against the inexorable decay of time
In the name of violent rage and anger --I gnashed my teeth
Until my jaws begin to fracture,
Teeth,
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                                                there was never a fight to begin with...