A Wounded Landscape

There's a crack in the cliff I've been sleeping in.

The darkness pulled together,
Magnetic and synthetic.

But if the earth can tear apart
Just enough for me to fall in.

It will tear apart again.
Let me out.

Breathe. Ascend.

The Pennies We Wished Upon

The mountains were waiting,
When their water had evaporated.

Like a silk twister entering the skies.

Invisible and harmless particles whither and combine.

Condensation, candlelight.
Nature lives the cycle we fight.

Circular motions to continue a breathing Earth.
Suffocating fumes of innocence lost long ago..

Beneath the soil, among the trees,
The absolute panoramic liberties.

Dream on violent winds.
Run on paper ground.

Rain runs the crevasses of the mountains that were told,
To end in a fountain of providence where wishes sold.