Adamic Clay

Adamic Clay

Written August 2, 2013

Hope, not yet
in rigor mortis

I see black clouds
billowing over this dead desert plain

Ominous? Or Life?
I cannot help but let Hope garment me…

This cracked earth thirsts for
the rejuvenation those clouds hold

Those clouds cannot but
shrug their burden

Walk toward the horizon
wait for the sorrow to pour upon

And hope the unleashing
ends in a smile

Ends in purified Adamic clay,
Begins an ascension.

T