Continents and bodies of water,
waves of guilt and remorse
Sea urchins and ghosts of fish
kiss my toes, I dig them deep
into sand, mixed and turned by gentle winds.
Clouds flat and blank , shaped by
communities of peaceful engines,
spitting out drags of stillness.
They sit in the sky, allowing no
reflection of light.
Unlike the prickling cry of a liar,
the sky is calm and grey as the old.
I have removed my toes from the natural grains
and relaxed and loose,
my face freed from uncertainty.
The relationship between the purity of heaven
and the atrocity of hell is revealed in
tender trees,
flowering over worms and flies.
