Tapestry

Every thread of creation is held in position
By still other strands of things living
In an earthly tapestry hung from the skyline
Of smoldering cities, so gray and so vulgar
As not to be satisfied with their own negativity
But needing to touch all the living as well.

And every breeze that blows kindly is one crystal breath
We exhale on the blue diamond heaven
As gentle to touch as the hands of the healer
As soft as farewells whispered over the coffin
We're poisoned by venom with each breath we take
From the brown sulphur chimney
And the black highway snake.

And every dawn that breaks golden is held in suspension
Like the yolk of the egg in albumen
Where the birth and the death of unseen generations
Are interdependant in vast orchestration
And painted with colors of tapestry thread
When the dying are born and the living are dead.

And every pulse of your heartbeat is one liquid moment
That flows through the veins of your being
Like a river of life flowing on since creation
Approaching the sea with each new generation
You're now just a stagnant and rancid disgrace
That is rapidly drowning the whole human race.

And every fish that swims silent, every bird that flies freely
Every doe that steps softly
Every crisp leaf that falls, all the flowers that grow
On this colorful tapestry, somehow they know
That if man is allowed to destroy all we need
He will soon have to pay with his life for his greed.