these words whispered to the coursing winds
like dust blown clear across the plains
landing in foreign fields
settling at the roots of giants
scuffed onto the hoof of the great white beast
and all at once every particle’s sacred
every being sees it’s self in your eyes
…you lay down your guns
The past and future come rushing back to right now
You see the faces of all you once were, all you will be
-Adam J Steele
