the dirt dimes in light

Evidence is gone, in the red dirt wind,



shifting into a pile of mud in the river,



shadowed by the dust of another generations broken and shattered ships run a-land.


















Eaten, eden, even, eleven, even more and seven floor interpritations. All cast away, all driven down, all cast aside for another time, one of food and dep red wine. A mistake grown in the fields of love, over tenderly placed above the others, now fallen far below their brothers deep in shame, lost in what all would call fame. This is the majority gain, be popular and you will have it all, but lost it all is, thinking of having and holding but owning nothing, only a few of the poorest in life see this bluffing.

finally the sun sets, the dark swollows the light...but wait, now the lights powered by burning coal, damned, yes damned rivers once mighty canyons free, and finally by wind stealing the breath of mother earth to light the famous and rich. Forgetting the rest in their time of need. Buning the energy that is needed for the many to glorify the few, oh what the hell did we do? look around, you will see it too.