Techtonic Plates (there's a madness to this method)

Streaming currents cut lines out of this earth

Now that the rocks have turned to sand

We collect them in jar after jar

'Cuz we've learned that it just sifts through our hands

Such a smooth surface

A round edge

And we try to improve by using man-made remedies

That try to teach us to put a scalpel to the earth

Try to recreate our birth

In this land we destroyed first

I must admit I was convinced when I heard

Until I found pools behind her eyes

Now I dive so deep

Until the weight of water is heavy on my mind

The lack of sunlight and oxygen

Is a weightless state

Creating something beautiful in my hands

Like sculpting you with clay and sand

Watching it take form in the rise of your chest

Take shape in the depth of your breath

Solar energy, lava flowing, molten molding, slash and burning

Keeps things growing

Destruction is essential to life

But these techtonic plates that made mountains and ridges

We build more gaps than bridges

These classist division

Diverting attention from eyesoars

And I soar. . .

Until I found pools behind her eyes

Now I dive so deep

Until the weight of water is heavy on my mind

The lack of sunlight and oxygen

Is a weightless state

Trapped inside this word-play maze

Full of metaphors and dead ends

Where words don't come out explaining where they've been

Only that we've invented them

Creating something beautiful in my hands

Like sculpting you with clay and sand

Watching it take form in the rise of your chest

Take shape in the depth of your breath

Watching it take shape . . . .

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