From dust, I am made.
connected to the earth
feet on the pulse of the molten core
electromagnetic communication that shudders
up through vents and cracks in fumes and frozen static screams
cancelling out the voice of the past
my long stone strides toward some starry respite
begging sanctuary from meteoric missteps
our trek toward the horizon slows to a shuffle
hands of long-dead kings coldly clutch
my ankles, dragging me down
in retribution for the tragedies of eons past
like leaden weights upon my existence
We live out our lives in the wheel of time
and all our deeds are but echoes of the past and the future.
recaptured recycled reused and reborn
the earth yawns and I am wholly swallowed
The cycle begins anew
and to dust I shall return.