Loam Behold

Art is AI generated using Wombo Dream app

LOAM

Minutes run backward

Scatter and skedaddle

Straddling midnight hell bent

Back way far past the one

My eyes have been kept open

Past the fucking stroke

Horizon line unbroken

But I've already seen the sun

How that heavy smog descends

Thunder it upends

The soil in my soul

The valley under toe

In current undertones

The courage under grown

Beckoned by undertow

Metamorphose, changes to undergo

Lateness of the hour

But I remain amidst these bones

In streets of stone I cower

Looking for the shadow of Alexander

I've witnessed coups already flown

Setting fires destined to suffocate

Empires torn down by noon

Ambitious constructions stillborn

Quarried and already cut

Pulverized beyond these dunes

With aching feet longing to run

Quarantined I pray for you

Gone to ground and circumspect

Laid to rest in catacombs or crypts

Temples I had built to this

A quarry, now I prey on you

A query for the men of war

Mirrors for who we have become

A victim of an idle heart

Idolizing the wrong stars

Dark like loam I stir this up

Here is a descending storm

Hands bound here behind my back

Moving counterclockwise

It could be far too late for seasons

Monsoons meet me unawares

Incautious I prepare my funeral

Tombstones cut but still left bare

Crying out for open flames

Spit from the mouth of Heaven

And just like that here comes the rain

All the erosion we'll ever need

Write my name, tsunami

Etch it here against the wall

Like a shadow of atomic doom

Swallowed up far past the stroke

Finally allowed to die

Planting seeds on sacred ground

Thunder becomes like a language

Lost in subtle sub-textual sounds

Here is where we wake this

Tidal forces chasing

Sleeping giant's breaking

Openly vampiric

Raised textures and shaking

An Earth, a garden opens up

Rolled away like a stone

And the scent of the rain to come