Prayer of concrete columns poured with intentions and forms like shadows cast into being’s cups and enough water to let it overcome the dry Returning to wars lapsed by time ruins abound where politics overcame prayers and nothing was understood besides manufactures cityscapes arisen from dust and returned with high explosive An atmosphere is like a gentle fog host of dreams persistent and translucent with sunlight reaching from the star aright spacing from a planets huddled mass held fast with gravity Marrowports are places that coyotes understand bones in the desert of failed logic organs from jackrabbits with the water of life in every bite Concrete dust swirls driven in warm wind for dawn like dark rivers merging in clouds without rain.
