Jason Davis
Aug 24, 2017 · 2 min read

Crystalline

What is not ours

Cannot be owned;

Yet forward bless

The blind unknown.

Deep the dirt,

Etched the root

Through rock and loam;

Grasciously green

The pallet paint is placed upon.

Fearless/momentary

Neither here nor there.

The ever now of nature,

Never in fright.

Nor in fear.

Inanimate an intimate;

Veiled in leaves

Or cloaked in ferns.

Humanity-our brains burned;

Heat-stroked and heavy,

Our craving yearns.

With hides worn at the seams

It seems, once again,

And again,

Balanced within a pendulum-

Centered in a metronome-

Of a quick human flinch

Of all frightful unknowns.

What is meant to flow

And circulate to quench

The smallest of thirst,

The finite birth

Of an earth-

Tattered by of our vapid claim

Of squatters rights?

Our hubris stench;

The drop of the gavel

From a cowards bench.

Pardon the water.

Its possession an affront.

It’s sentence a fraud.

Release the damn dam.

Man sold the moon’s shine,

The stenographer is a drunkard

And the judge,

Hidden from daylight,

Slipped through the glossy shade

And was long ago laid

And grossly paid.

What is meant to ground?

The fulcrum, the soil,

Spoiled and tilled,

Cut and milled

Will neither cower or whimper

Under the stupor

Of mans tireless march

To the mesas edge;

The bludgeoned drop

So gracelessly ahead

Where the red rock will neither

Rejoice nor dread

And the hymnal will rejoice

Amen, Amen.

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Jason Davis

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