freshly birthed
particles of specks of sand
innocently drip
like morning dew into pools
of skies mixing
life with death in tidal
waves of passion
combusting inside concave
waterdevils
spinning every direction

integrating hearts with souls
during this Ice-Age
Heat

unearthed
oasis' drift in lakes of land
as axis' flip
inside-out using natures tools
for finally fixing
conditions that were in vital
need to ration
faith before it became a slave
under withered petals
misting the concluding infection

splintering wooden crosses
worn around our
necks

during this scorching
Winter Sunstorm

washing away the Pain
washing away the Joy
washing away the Love
washing away the Death

wringing us dry
one last time

then putting us all away
in hourglass shelves

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