There is turmoil
deep in my soul.
Water and soil
turned to sludge.
Tossing and turning
admixed the elements.
Firing then burning
turned clay to artifacts.
What was known
I know no more.
What has shown.
I didn't see before.

To break the shell of clay
I'll let the crack spread.
That's where the light ray
Enters and mends.
The sadness a sign
That the gates are open.
Drawing a straight line,
outside to the deepest core.

To primal love
perhaps, a return.
Feeling heaven above
and below, the ground.
Through future and past
Cutting across time.
To the Everlast,
returning to the First.