He who throws Dirt looses Ground
Once poised and cool, now swirling around
Stinging my face, invading my lungs,
Brown tears streaming from useless eyes trying to flush clear.My itching throat coated.
Senses blinded, clogged with shit.
Trying to ignore the dirt that is thrown through the air with no consciousness.
A change in pressure kicking up natural, contemptible, but explainable reaction.
Spitting chunks of filth in every direction towards mine
Standing still. struggling to feel clarity
to think clearly, with all the dirt suffocating and silencing me.
It is impossible and, more so, foolish to fight back.
You cannot fight the dirt when, after all, it has let you stand sturdily on it.
it supports you.
There is no fighting the wind cannot be stopped or settled until its
natural courses have been run and itself calmed.
The ground becomes less.
it covers and leaves its mark, darkens shades.
A retreat is in order.
The water rolls over the soil.
it makes it heavy and safe.
Direct, Obvious, Traceable movement. Clearly defined but not predictable.
it helps wash away the mess. clears my head.
The current takes me where it chooses, but still allows movement.
supports and lightens me.
Encourages life. it is inviting.
i think i may go for a swim.
Stinging my face, invading my lungs,
Brown tears streaming from useless eyes trying to flush clear.My itching throat coated.
Senses blinded, clogged with shit.
Trying to ignore the dirt that is thrown through the air with no consciousness.
A change in pressure kicking up natural, contemptible, but explainable reaction.
Spitting chunks of filth in every direction towards mine
Standing still. struggling to feel clarity
to think clearly, with all the dirt suffocating and silencing me.
It is impossible and, more so, foolish to fight back.
You cannot fight the dirt when, after all, it has let you stand sturdily on it.
it supports you.
There is no fighting the wind cannot be stopped or settled until its
natural courses have been run and itself calmed.
The ground becomes less.
it covers and leaves its mark, darkens shades.
A retreat is in order.
The water rolls over the soil.
it makes it heavy and safe.
Direct, Obvious, Traceable movement. Clearly defined but not predictable.
it helps wash away the mess. clears my head.
The current takes me where it chooses, but still allows movement.
supports and lightens me.
Encourages life. it is inviting.
i think i may go for a swim.