caught my ear
to the ground
roamed on the plains
saw the ranges
bumps from times
incredible
still visible
at least for now
a 1000 fires
burn across the land
special plants
lie beside them
into which they get
thrown into
a gust of wind
can make you jump
and jump you might
with the kinda shake
yer mind is mixed with
told you once
wrote it down
if you want to walk
in the signless land
you hold your hand
upon the dark
in which you see through
signless hand
before your eyes
means you’re blind
and the burning fires
might consume you
a cautious tread
for you to tramp
extreme caution
rules these rocks
at your peril
is this forgotten
perambulations
they continue
sun goes nowhere
only we do
curve to the swerve
spin at an angle
from day to night
ear to ground
stars and space await
- from Mixed Storm
