Beneath my feet I muddle the dirt between my toes
\nlike the waves beat rocks within their seas,
\nI root into the earth and revel beneath it.<\/p>\n
The breeze catches on my nose,
\ncarrying with it the sultry lullaby of a memory,
\nand it erupts from the foreground into my vision,
\nthat like glass I see it through.<\/p>\n
I burn with the fire in my heart,
\nI melt with the ice on my skin,
\nI strengthen with the tungsten ore upon mine hands,
\nand I rise with the tide,
\nonly to sink like lead to the bottom of the well,
\nand quake like the earth I know well enough to dwell ons
\npast.<\/p>\n
Be one,
\nBe wholly,
\nentirely consumed with the fate of the world,
\namalgamating into the palms of these hands
\nthe rudimentary blood of the world,
\nburns its course and scars the mother that birthed it
\nfrom her core.<\/p>\n
The wind cries out and dips on the wings of a swallow
\nbecoming whole and one in its breadth and everlasting breath,
\nThe rain tears up into the soil that consumes it,
\nthey\u2019re objective viewpoints now a calm same.<\/p>\n
And I,
\nno,
\nwe as one see the cycle of our earth as we all become one,
\nthe earth in our bones,
\nthe water in our veins,
\nthe wind in our lungs,
\nthe fire in our hearts,
\nwe burn, we crash, we quake, we sunder,
\nlike the atoms that came together forming the elements
\nthat make us we know now 13.7 billion years ago.
\nAll of this,
\nis just a faint memory of how the elements will shape us
\nin their hearthan wonderland,
\nas we,
\nI, see this cycle of burning,
\nthis cycle of reform and reprise,
\nthis cycle so subatomic going barely unnoticed,
\nbut duly less than rarely seen.<\/p>\n
Fire burn bright the hearth of the heart,
\nWind blow south the fear of sovereignty\u2019s will,
\nWater spring forth from eyes in the wake of beauty,
\nStone harden the frames flesh will bare to hang from notwithstanding the particles of this world
\ntill the next.<\/p>\n
Be one,
\nBe wholly,
\nentirely consumed with the powerful gratuitous crackle and sundered
\nfire by the substances coursing through us,
\nallowing everlasting ever shining life and will,
\nthe rudimentary blood of this earth is within us,
\njust as it is beyond the open breadth and orifice of visions
\nwe wade through,<\/p>\n
Dear amalgam of metal and air, fluid and stone,
\ncarbon and sulfur,
\nthis is what it means to be a being within this world of beautiful cruelty
\nsleeping in the arms of nature,
\nand we accept it sweet amalgam,
\nThat we have to notice that we,
\nare gifted by the elements rudimentary, mental, and physical,
\nthat we are gifted as human beings,
\nabsolute predators with no enemies but the world herself along with her children that make her,
\nand those who lie in this world.<\/p>\n
We all become one,
\nthe amalgamation of everything
\ngood and evil,
\nBeautiful and ugly,
\n13.7 billion years ago we are one as we are today,
\nwe are made of the same elements of the stars and that we know
\nbirthed by our mother,
\nthe universe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Beneath my feet I muddle the dirt between my toes like the waves beat rocks within their seas, I root<\/p>\n