In the inconceivable past,
From the roar of the formidable energy of the earth,
Fighting for myself,
Surrounded by the chaos of the cosmos,
Time breathing heavily,
Distorted by the presence,
Of crowds of unmoving stones and souls,
The sorrows of fading flowers,
Insect’s sharp, probing eyes,
And, the intrusive, unreasonable flashes,
Of lightning and inevitable actions.
The winds of the thousands of mysteries of my mind,
And, the thousands of days of my life,
Have turned into tears and songs and hopes.
But, my emotions force me into fears and distance.
I struggle with my unending dance of yes,
While the animate environment on the edge of the horizon,
Tells me everything has changed and something is ending.