Earthy

Everything

Is changing.

Voices

Melt

And run

Into a pool

Of muddled

Memory.

She is an earthy being,

Keeps her head among

The dirty grass

And flowing streams

And scattered pebbles,

Ever out of the sky.

She never blushes,

Even round the curvy edges

Of her wicked smile.

You can't save the starry one.

She never learned to tread the ground.

She only drifts in lifeless dreams

And fantasies,

The rebels and the devils high,

Absorbed inside the constellations.

Everything

Is changing.

Let the dead remain

To serve the dead.

The road not taken

Is a frosted phantom,

Nothing more.

- 6/25/25