Deep Clay

Those ivories will grind me down to golden dust

So know that you can always lean or chew on me

And may we all smile wide and prosperously

Some of that load I’d might lighten up for you

See how much I can fit on my back

The promise of building a home with two bare hands

No one can live there but it can store those plans

And all that will

And all that hope

And then we can just run wild

Labor is bound by growth

The vines slowly crawl up the walls

A monument to be swallowed whole

A mystery eternal where nothing connects

Caught it with its eyes glowing and blood on its lips

It holds my will

It holds my hope

So now I’m allowеd to hide

The promise kеpt of a home built with my hands

Nobody lives there but that’s where I store plans

And all my will

And all my hope

But what was it you had in mind?

So what was it you had of mine?

An unquenchable thirst for enough

All fingers in earth

Dirt under my nails

Dust in my lungs

It is my belief

I can write my way out of whatever this place is