Heaven, not as motionless as before
Time stirring, it's scent in the wind again
Beginning, sifting further from memory
Gathering thoughts, consciousness, as it goes
Are we ageless now, with our back
Face to face with creation
The flow of blood through my hands, thickening
The hand of man stirs not what it would devour
Hunger again, thirst will abandon you
Here at the bottom of the well
Pennies of copper for silver tongues, iron hearts
Who do you think you are
Grounding yourself on holy soil
When the womb of your thoughts
Finds itself barren again
Will you act with the hunger of your mind
Binding satisfaction with the gnashing of teeth
To a prayer no man can stomach
You miscarry yourself
Infertility of your thoughts
Spilling dead seed in an empty garden
Begging weeds for fruit, watering sand
Bartering fools gold for spent promises
Turning soil over
You would be better to dig your grave
There is rest in the earth
Bite your tongue, clear your mind of pain
Remember wisdom
Food for soil, food for thought
Bread that is broken
Yesterday's tears and sweat
Spent as they dry
Coins on your eyes as you sleep every night
Is your hope simply that you pass
Peacefully through iron gates
If your mind is weak so are your hands
Fools do not doubt their wisdom, only yours
How confident you are behind your walls
Painting sunflowers on the walls
When you will not make windows
How stale a mind kept in a box
Have you not been told
Eyes are the window to the soul
Let the light in