We travel to places in Africa
where they say stars fell
and made wells
out of mountains.
Darkness,
roosters, and the unexplained
sit displayed
at the birth place of the sun.
There is no time.
The earth carries holes in its wombs
like mountains of sons
who travelled to mountains,
to fetch manhood
but never came back,
home.
No bodies.
Nobodies.
Sons fallen from the sun.
Sons to kings and skies.
Sons no more.
No word.
No more.
Unspoken of.
Unremembered.
Unheard of.
Hidden.
Kept and preserved.
Black holes.
Edo eyes.
Rock Jasmines in yellowwoods.
Shine-shimmer,
gems of distraction on the path
to nowhere.
Cedarburg mountains,
star wilderness.
Red nails.
Blacksmith.
There is deceit in the eye
when you think you can live forever,
in death.
With depth;
all I know is angels do not love,
for they are no source,
and some have fallen far from the source.
They wait beneath the mountains
chained to the depth of darkness.
If you find me here, know that I’ll be gone.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 7:01 AM UTC
We travel to places in Africa
where they say stars fell
and made wells
out of mountains.
Darkness,
roosters, and the unexplained
sit displayed
at the birth place of the sun.
There is no time.
The earth carries holes in its wombs
like mountains of sons
who travelled to mountains,
to fetch manhood
but never came back,
home.
No bodies.
Nobodies.
Sons fallen from the sun.
Sons to kings and skies.
Sons no more.
No word.
No more.
Unspoken of.
Unremembered.
Unheard of.
Hidden.
Kept and preserved.
Black holes.
Edo eyes.
Rock Jasmines in yellowwoods.
Shine-shimmer,
gems of distraction on the path
to nowhere.
Cedarburg mountains,
star wilderness.
Red nails.
Blacksmith.
There is deceit in the eye
when you think you can live forever,
in death.
With depth;
all I know is angels do not love,
for they are no source,
and some have fallen far from the source.
They wait beneath the mountains
chained to the depth of darkness.
If you find me here, know that I’ll be gone.
About things and stories or truths or secrets kept by the earth, chained to the depth of what it will not release.
There are places and histories that are full of beauty and mystery, but underneath them lie forgotten deaths, lost people, and truths no one speaks about. Those who are lost are not just physically gone but they are also erased. And even spiritually, many are disconnected, trapped, and unable to return to what they once were.