Remembering Things You Want To Forget

Ripples running from the moist Hot, water. That mix together with heat and create light. As is the way of summer, Steaming, Fleshing out black letters Micro chips in beaded into your skin. Where the hard sounds of sentences And paragraphs Flourish. Like the air plants that dangle from the clouds Taking in nervousness Through their roots Absorbing the knowledge With out the need for space To breath. Shorts, shoes Too small to soak in earth Quakes That rumble our heads, Shaking out beads of sweat. Give me a moment to comprehend What is God. Is he rocks beneath our feet, That crumble when we cry. Is he light, From the darkened sky. That follow the feeling of paradise, And trickling water, That is falsely turning us into plants.