Tracking through the old growth,
rain at the edge of the world.
Knowing the rapture has
no plan for me .
Just rejoicing in the rain
and the wind .
My heart bleeds creations blood.
Stardust formed my being .
Burning wildflowers
coat my dreams
in a smoking glaze
of eternity’s memories.
I find myself outside
salvations promise.
My breath cuts the depth
of melancholy’s theft .
Unstable in the passing
of grace .
Preferring to take the
apple right off the tree.
Smelling the fresh cut grass.
Plunging my fingers deep into
the rich black dirt of freedom.
Intrigued by utopian desires.
Pushing me to my rubicon
my idiom.
Always knowing what’s
my guiding light .
As the moons out of focus
through the trees.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 11:11 PM UTC
Tracking through the old growth,
rain at the edge of the world.
Knowing the rapture has
no plan for me .
Just rejoicing in the rain
and the wind .
My heart bleeds creations blood.
Stardust formed my being .
Burning wildflowers
coat my dreams
in a smoking glaze
of eternity’s memories.
I find myself outside
salvations promise.
My breath cuts the depth
of melancholy’s theft .
Unstable in the passing
of grace .
Preferring to take the
apple right off the tree.
Smelling the fresh cut grass.
Plunging my fingers deep into
the rich black dirt of freedom.
Intrigued by utopian desires.
Pushing me to my rubicon
my idiom.
Always knowing what’s
my guiding light .
As the moons out of focus
through the trees.
