Annica
Bones are begging to announce, what the flesh already knows.
Life is a lesson in impermanence, a moment's born to decompose.
We are granted but an instant here, providing more than ample time.
The map is seldom read without a key, with fortune lost or left behind.
Grace is stolen from black and white.
Shade gives way in its own good time.
Grey speaks volumes to color blind.
Place is space between the cracks where we collide.
Our eyes brush the world with paint that shows us home.
The deserts, they crack and dry neglected mirages while the faults reflect.
Sand sings sweetly when you're listening.
Mountains give way, if our touch simply rejects.
Gaze into the darkness, strip away the layers of vibrant explosions born of truths we gave them.
Gaze into the darkness, forget the motions you've been taught, no solid ground to lay your head is given.
Tides hue the stone with a patient hand, mimicking form from a perfect plan.
Ash turns to dust with the constant wind.
That which is made and unmade again.