the world is on fire
stop what you’re doing
no
stop
nothing is fair and the sky is lit
broken
stop
listening
smiling dancing and buying
stop building hiding
breathing
complaining
stop spinning
stop spilling
stop drilling
for rain
i’m an ocean of echo
on the tilt-shift of dragon
i am gold and philosophy
still and bespoken
i am school with no student
blinded by billow
i’m the cloud of refrain
in a field of forgotten
stop
clumsy and violent
in our destruction
carnivore
herbivore
sure-footed-thunder
bearing down
on no future
the world is burning (turning)
turning (burning)
bleak mornings
endless nights
fear stirred by anxiety’s spear
searching for hope
in a world
already scarred
(scared)
i have a pebble
to offer
worthless
polished
smooth
by worry
set high on a shelf
worn
whole
silent
waiting
.
.
.
nothing and everything
left behind
pain on pane
swift angel of morning
dusty dove
winged evidence
ethereal
mercurial
captured
…
herding blue and green
through the fast moving symphony
of spring
black birds
dot the sky
b flat
e minor
g sharp
notes of hunger
and freedom
spelled with stump
and fury
at being
left
behind
off key
and obbligato
…
sunrise manifests
in shades of grey
a tinge of pink
filtered through a jar
left too long
on a too full counter
just because
you love
the shape
of shadow
…
blue sky, day dry
another loop of miles, smiles,
burning, yearning
false flock
getting ready
to fly
…
the color of love
and the scent of sunshine
sweet and sharp
short and poignant
ephemeral
…
…
i threw away all the curtains
because i want to see everything
i’ve grown old on a mantle of marble
i’ve breathed love into statues of stone
i wrapped grey over hard faded rainbow
because gold is the color of own
…
us vs. them
man vs. nature
you vs. me
there’s a circle and a triangle
buried deep in the heart
of every clock
and we run from time
long before
the chase begins
i am here
and you are forest
or i am there
and you are tree
one of us always
rooted
…
