Crunch
Crystal beneath each fall of your feet
Punch
Ancient cycle now that it’s complete
And this land
Is flat as the sea
Journey unplanned
Anywhere you’re hoping to be?
Across the tide
The power’s implied with each stride
Breathe
With your chest and try to relax
Painting
Beyond continues to parallax
To signify
An iota of progress
Please deny
The right to regress or suppress
Somewhere away
A call to obey
Back into the fray
From your relay
Basin of white.
Hands all filled with sleight
Your magic has given me back my sight
But the water is bad
Hope no spirits are mad
I must return to the night
Conducting a touch of your light