this is the world where fire paints the sky
warm gold and cool blue
then comes the night
brushing the sky with broad strokes of dark
stealing the light
only to offer its own

this is the garden where autumn wilts the flower
to make room for life
bewildered stems held upright
in denial

these are the keys worn by effort
and time
the place where thought becomes words
words become movement
movement becomes keystrokes
keystrokes become worn
and in the becoming I am found

this is secretion turned to silk
entrapment and nourishment
in one breath
home
protection
warning

this is motion
made from pure love and joy
familial comradeship made manifest
physical
real

all crash against the rocks of the eternal shore
all are broken
changed
remade

for this is the way of things
everything turns into something else
then slips away