FROM OBLIVION TO PAPER

I've scratched the surface
of the moon releasing its
surface into space
like spores, to keep
balance in a shifting world,

scars I hold like tree rings,
logging thoughts from
oblivion to paper,

we are a wilderness
of rubble and steal,
where flora is but an image,
creatures
trampled and exposed,

put an ear to ground,
feel the exhale,
hear karma cleanse
all tangible and temporary,
forward is free,
every step a Tsunami.

© 2015 Rene Velez