Black and blue
Are the spotted lands
That cover our backs
We are the turtles
At sea
Heaving earth
To and fro
We go on
And past the indifference
We rise again
And show
Just
Who
We
Are
We are the Shells
The
Sea's dilemma
The
Impasse
The divide
We see the water
The reflection
The sky sends
We are grounded
Though
We are the ground
YOU ARE READING
In the Garden Primeval, where I'll pray for you.
PoesiaI have a plan for you You'll deal with it all And with the weight of the world on your shoulders you'll face a fall People won't catch you Many times But I'll pray for you They'll come in time
