right above the stars
underneath the sea
through the deep grasses
hallow'd by the free;
down inside the microscope
i looked and found beyond
deserts filled with snow;
newly fallen through the
ocean, settled on the floor
table of bone, worms feasted;
righteous is that cycle
even the immortal knows
grass grows greener where
rot has its repose
empty of its soul
though the soul fuels more;
heaven, do you see this?
even the mortal knows
rot has reached your Kingdom;
darkness cast by light
entrapped by falsehood
chymus to chyle
intestines knotting
slipping on this deluge
i become fallow
overwatered, oversaturated
nOT BAD AT ALL.;