Grains

Your soul is wearing a human carcass, dress it up any way you like but, there’s your grain. There’s your grain And who imagined its potential? Insignificant piece of earth Scratchy little truth that became so incredibly hot it could no longer be sand. Creating a shard so clear that the truth pierced reality. One co-operative pane forced together in controlled panicky climate. There’s your grain, wrought for many years in this old shell converting all this dirt into something worthwhile. Wisdom cannot come from youthful oysters true pearls take time. There’s your grain bouncing down that clear funnel with the others trickling the future forward. As I watch grainy time burying the present I let go of this wrinkled peel that is Covered in pearls.