the grassy knoll

an empty

Screaming void

That has never been filled it’s

Really not the point

It’s more of the existence

Stale and over done

Dried out

Ready

To be ended in a final pile

Of sand

Desert comes in the final flight

Of what can only live on beyond

Death

There is no absolution for those too blind to the synchronicities presented before them to embrace that which has been given them freely

Let them be cursed

To struggle

And aware of what pain they cause

There’s nothing more cowardly than denying yourself a fate clearly laid down before you

Sweet and easy

Like the streets of the promised land

Dedicated to fulfilling your dreams

Nature to nurture

Nothing can ever be the same

There are never certainties

But there is always

The fluidity of space

And the contract

Of time