And Names for Objects

Aches and pains may seem mundane broke and standing somewhere freezing in the rain trenchfoot and drenched rhymes always come to pass thoughts of existing being substance and faith so fasts Heating in the desert sunshine high overhead what of ever exhausting to join with those countless dead First and last and never forever wondering of names and bodies growing like ambitions necessity becomes the past Love could be a forest growing clean air and peace flowing can't ever understand the all-knowing or why the worlds and stars move past Names for objects and everything I see while judging nothing too sharply too others includes you and me.