Is it a waste of time
these thoughts
from nothing of me
this charity
who's feeding who
is it virtuous?
this selflessness
this sacrifice
so minuscule
these helpless winds
under your guiding light
my trail of darkness
these perfect waves
against these rigid rocks
resting in the sky
dead and dormant
while you rage
with infinite heat
giving life
providing hope
rivaling my fear
these contradictions
these obvious lies
this contemptuous fortitude
manifesting jealousy
shrilling out devastation
into the calm
angels and minions
you soften the stone
with just one glance
a solace gesture
towards this burning lamp
from the tears in the ice caps
to the blood in the sierra
your present embrace
in this pit of eternal darkness
