here

here
in where we lay
idle
till the day of judgment
or the end of time
whichever way
one looks at it
it is the end

dead.
end
.

here
in where we lay
rotting
rancid
deceased
decaying
or simply in ash and dust
our boom
has
turned bust
we
free
from this realm
of the living.
dead.

here
in where we lay
under the shade of the falling rain
roots piercing our essence
sustenance
of the living

we return less
than what we took
look
no further
than earth below
your feet
your feet
squelching much more
than mere mud


here
in where we lay
after the last
shutting of the eye
clay
is how we were
till we're back
where we belonged
returning
after burning
through chaos
that was


here
in where we lay
neither accept
nor deny
our essence
oh the essence
of existence
lies
in us
and lies
to us
till we are
not who we are
but ones who
were


here