Muddy Skies
Published in
Jan 11, 2021
In the midst of muddy skies, tormented souls appear in freedom,
slight objectives becoming pathways for the weary onlooker,
grasses greener than jade appear in the pasture,
fields of wheat occupy a suspended mind.
Never is the human satisfied, a basic contraption of an elevated yearning,
understanding faults within another is essential in totality,
a being amidst the underlying apparatus that keeps us still.
Raving madness in the rose garden,
it is a suspension that air-filled molecules dance and glide
as the low brow moon captures the essence of salvation.
The only piece of identity that an individual requires,
is the attainment of viscosity as Jupiter revolves around the skeletal structure of the Universe?
Anna Rozwadowska 2021
