Sand Talk

Sand Talk We are all and we are all we are Far flung bits of Suns and bits of Stars From the ocean from the land from the beginning to to end Backward forwards back toward we belong Dark rusted unknown abandoned plane On the landing field unsettling and to see death in the faces of the passengers on board it’s unsettling knowing you’re alive In the dark a spark to forming Idol, Idle; formless, babbling Cave to Jungle, hot with all with the Burning vanity of knowing Running deathward ever blind to Salty pillars mirrored in rearview Into soil turned anew Souls alight in ferver mounting Toward the majesty of freedom Toward the end of need or wanting Toward the end of less or nothing Toward the end where we can have it all We want butter we want bread We won’t eat this stuff instead We want light we want day But you can’t take our night away