I have tasted chaos in the wind,
do you feel it?
As it passes through the trees
and scatters
to the ground,
we order these words
as carefully
as we can.
They are washed up,
broken and
like waves,
given back in pieces.

Can you hear me?

Somehow we are
lost in translation,
and I am afraid
we are too far gone.
Driven into the Earth and sand,
taken apart
into scattered remains
as you have been too.
We ask questions with no answers,
wandering into this barren place,
eyes, minds, mouths
seeking reprieve
and harmony.

How could I?

Your lips kind
with warm and soft words
call for parley,
but all I hear are
drowning words
through muddled water
as we choke on the
unbegotten truths
that anchor themselves
so deeply.