Relics of Time (poem)

 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.

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