Elucidating Questions

I like the hole in my shoe that the sand pours out of, the remnants of an ocean visit.

The sand poured out, but some remained, and the vision of it falling down the sides means only that it always remains.

In this moment on land in the shade of the trees, the ocean still speaks for me.

The blue leaf, or the sun’s sword, in the red eye of war.

The caress of the wind on the face of any person. Far away clouds, seeds in the air, the heartbeat of the planet, hidden under the fire of the warmth of the sun.

The mistakes of the past, it was never theirs to have, it was for the sun to hold,

Strong enough to carry it alone, unlike the further away, the two who will collide.

The beauty of what is created, is something that will be viewed, in the mind of another in the story of their creations,

When the world was one, and against all others.

Closer now, even as they claw and scream,

If the world could be whole, without this strange elevation.

The interestingly considered lifestyles of the war of them,

On the right track, something that makes sense,

While other parts were too rigorous, they forgot how to act.

So many ideas on the edge of right, right in the middle.

Where the balance factors.