stiring the dirt under me
would you call me filthy
or am I grounded in this land?
When I go searching
do I have a spirit that can ride the winds,
or is it a seed from a forgotten wish?
I clothe myself in a lost time that wouldn't reflect anything to you
I wash in the waters of reincarnation.
I birth myself a thousand times and in the sands, you will be a grain.
Look down on my humility from your exhaulted place.
There will be no virtue in my actions otherwise.
The walls of my heart close in a tiny home.
I looked to you to maybe one day fill it with more than I can spare.
and knowing that what I have is not wanted.
I still offer it to the sky and the many suns that dot it in eternal day.
shown to me the light of each and collected the stories of plenty.
Don't die by the axe of your actions. I won't have it any more.
You are of the only mind to carve your blame into my bones.
A soiled lamb sacrificed to the emptiness of your eyes.
My tears don't feed your lost fire, yet you still cut into me.
Toss me aside in the name of something better.
You seek a light that waned a long time ago.
And the light that still burns in me.