rustic fractal
I gave myself a desert in the sky
To soak with tears that never said goodbye
I watered it, but green it wouldn’t be
Instead, the muddy sand, it laughed at me
I offered up instead a cup of blood
to soak the soil with love I bottled up
It reddened all the soil beneath my feet
Then came a gush of wind and covered it
Defeated, I fell down to wait for clouds
Though, none would come, despite my harrowed shouts
But, far away, I heard a blue bird sing
While carrying the promises of spring
No grass grows on the steep hills of my past
But hope might show its mighty face, at last
blazing trail
thick kiln
icy prism
glass geyser