Thursday, July 31, 2014

Clay

This Planet is in great distress from Rest,
upsurges flood the bricks of mud shirts,
moving chunks at Pressures speed dirt,
broken by the decades of Societies lie.


Canyons degrade Millions in grave,
the seek carve came naturally in bar,
guards the Cliff either side lift,
left are the Judges in the sky tripped.


Bottom bland the base Ocean sand,
cold or dark in both such parts evolve,
speaking structure purchased light,
in know Time the Ages bit Irons.


A universal noise in the bang Bigs,
no toy that can repair the loud,
design Life create brights.


A Moon Sun Light echoing fight.