We dig so deep for so long

Reaching, forging into rock, leaving our mark

Scarring the things that inspire us to live

Tearing down the roof we hope will keep us safe for all the years

How misguided. how low. how tired we must seem to the stars.

How many lives we destroy creating ourselves

Reinvention. re-birth. Lean on the walls for an instant and feel the galaxy tremble

We put our names on all we touch, as if that will help us last beyond a flicker

What is a name? What is it worth except to him to whom it has been given.

Nothing can grow from a jealous heart except hatred and lust.

Those with dying hearts wear it in their eyes. Tumors of the soul are never hidden

Keep your distance Cleo. Keep your worlds Ulysses. Save your breath Petra.

All of the kings horses and all the kings men.

But we never re-build. Life is a continuous tearing down.

Oh that we would but silence our minds. That our hearts would search and know.

The rocks do indeed sing. They sing for glories we know nothing of.

The din of our enlightened state has left our hearts yearning, bankrupt. “Give all you have to the poor and follow me…” Modern Man is but a well dressed beast.