Worms Make Roads

The storm comes and washes us clean.

What does the Leprechaun truly hold?

Maybe it's a handle on your heart that he calls gold. 

The closer and closer you walk, you realize treasure's an illusion.

That's the contusion, raise of dissatisfaction,

praising precious metals and gems less evolved than our carbon.

When the human mass awakens,

when the blister pops,

when we sit in silence and smile,

not looking for mic drops. 

When the twists and mends bend comprehension,

our dimension will deliver showers to empower flowers

to walk again. All these beings grounded, rooted,

sacrificed themselves for us to do ruthless, stupid, action without intention.

They hold the space, but how long before the cookie crumbles.

Compact the soil, the land boils. Magma pissed at how your treating

her tectonic sister. She moved plate boundaries over time 

to unleash perfection. Mansplan mishap, oh the trap of this saga.

Our ruins leave pollutants, not clues for future chapters.

Where do you go truth seekers. It's not the church, nor Netflix.

Bound in truth and loosed by hysteria,

our actions festooned with ridiculousness.

Shake my misfit till there are four sixes.

Betting on some bullshit.

The bottle seethes, synchronous to the world underneath.

No independent clauses on a quantum plane,

Only beings disconnected from carnage waged.

Signs, oh signs, pagan, Christian, Absurd, Mother Earthed.

We can't escape the signs. So everyone gathers here, with eyeballs,

thinking they see things different. Sense narratives unravel further

into murder of our future selves. Put in coffin, better wish

for floods to raise like Mississippi thoughts released by Faulkner.

When the coffin floats, the carbon's released to dance again.

Me and Faulker are as kin as me and Elvis.

Born in blues country, with funky thoughts,

made to feel strange. They turned to be drunkies, druggies,

hearts dredged until rolled over, pissed or just sad.

Maybe the angels will grab my hand as I search.

Signs, follow which signs? 

Whole lotta salesmen in these times,

and I don't know what to buy..