Inspiration is Infinite

Spirit rising 

August moments turn to dust

Water washed to rust

mud for healing cuts


Chaos killing control

bones turning cold

Frozen inside flesh-laden souls


Dry leaves crushed beneath blind feet

grinding back to sand 

Vanishing from Mothers hand

fertilizing roots so her trunk may stand


Proud as Grand-fathers chest

warmed by infant's breath

Pearled flesh


hard against leatherd skin

With a line for every place we've been


Rivers rapidly winding

Caves carved exactly as time designed them