Foreshadow

The pain hurts
his eyes are leaves
Crisp like the morning
air
A ship
wrecked
off shore
along
the eastern sea line
Huts built
off the wreckage
The moon full of answers
The earth questions
Seaweed I say
As it pours out my ears
Im fog unveiling
I was unborn
before
Now evaporated
This eternal cycle
Im not of this earth
nore for it
Let me go I say
to def stones
The pain hurts
Full circle