i.

crawling
you slip
from my hand
from my life
like water
forming
mutating
morphing
into another
shape
permeating
in another
space
that i
don't recognize
as mine.

          ii.

Once the sky
was blue,
clear, dignified
determined, forming
clouds, hopes, dreams
as it's supposed to be

But that was once.

Now the sky
is red,
angry, threatening
cracked and confused
seeking, wanting
to destroy the earth:

but instead it rained
acidic tears,
and the Guilty One
built a covenant
of kisses,
as a reminder of
past love and promises.

          iii.

I enter that hollow
temple: a glutton
for pain and punishment,
worshipping the ground
with my bare hands and soul.

With futility,
I empty out prayers
that the wind
cannot carry to God.

          iv.

Once this land
was mine: I called it ---
home.

Now, in it's stead,
a desert,
arid, walked-on,
unvisited, forgotten.

          v.

The deed is passed,
has passed to another
pair of hands
not mine. Another pair
to toil, retoil,
waste, rewaste
on its own.

          vi.

In time
this journey to find
what's mine will end
soon, soon, soon
and the sky,
now still green,
will again become
blue,
clear of doubts, naive
refreshed, renewed, rejuvenated,
as it is meant to be.

And I will revisit
my innocence and soul
and reclaim this place
I once called
home.