Home coming

  Dropped in the expansive lands

  of untilled fields, weathered weeds

  devouring the calmer greenery.

  Oceans teeming with fierce fins,

  the screech of birds overhead.

  Trunks that tower like volcanos,

  spurting red and yellow leaves

  like a flaming halo.

  Rocks the size of clouds, tigers

  and lambs on the hunt

  for drowsy copses. Fashion

  the tools from the earth,

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  cull food from the bounty of wilderness.

  Burn exotic foliage, lighting beaming

  like a lighthouse. Kingdom untamed—

  welcome to the place the future will call home.

  Calm seas

  Dwelling on the eye of the storm,

  like a pin poised on a spinning top.

  Encircled by the rush and rage

  of heaven beating the ocean to splinters.

  Nose the ship into the mouth

  of the leviathan—we can’t spin

  in the silence of the eye forever.

  Tie yourself to the mast

  if ups become downs and thunder pounds

  your skull, lightning seizes your sight.

  The world is in motion,

  the ocean a seafaring vessel,

  the waters sails and anchors.

  Tie yourself to me when the sea trials

  plummet through our open hands.

  Hold on tight to me.