Were I as gifted as most
I would pull from the earth its very heart
As the rivers of its core washed over my feet
With its blood, I'd deem it modern art
Some gifted charlatan of beauty and grace
I'd burn all others work and praise
So it's of dietic thanks and situational applaud
That I never learned to take what I need to stand tall...

Piercing souls
Eons, Indoctrinated
Back-scattered at the heart
Suffering and release

I

Spirit dance, Naked
On fires in thunderstorms
Awaiting the axe you bring
To purge thyself in me