Patterns awake!
In ancient seeds, we trust.
We harvest greed in fields of aster
and brew relief in tanks of rust.
Behold!
The ticking clock in glorious ignorance.
Trick the foolish with crumbs of hope,
to treat your day with broken dreams.
Define and conquer!
Define lust, define life.
Castles in sand won't fall by their own,
unless the wave is you.
And yet, we sleep.
And yet, we march.
C.K.
