We grow
as hopes rise
in mind's eye
equipose
on any path
in any camp
from dust we grow
and then return

hopes rise
in dreams
some material
some spiritual
all attainable
though perhaps naive

mind's eye
sees potential
built
in this here
time and space

equipose
resides
like compasses
on ships,
nearly inseperable
even in rough seas
of destruction
or calm bays of repair
though ya might
pay little heed

any path
can have
it's ups and downs

any camp
can have
it's cupboard
and garbage pit


from dust
and water
we're shaped
in paths and camps
striving
to fight against
the dying of the light
keeping sacred
the fire of humanity

Returning
matter and spirit
builds
in calm bays of repair
free from ups and downs
around cupboards
and garbage pits
shaping paths and camps
for humanity's struggles