– Tracing Spirals –
Dust and druzy sand
moves swiftly in the wind,
tracing spirals around me
across the planes
of deconstructed places
where I once walked
with names and faces
now unremembered.
Despite the hardships
and the endless days of toil,
I will give everything
to grow and start over
from nothing but the soil
of my eternal soul
and the seeds of yesterday.
My world may be broken,
but my Gods are still alive,
and I will choose to live on
in their image for all eternity.