There is no life in them. As I am forgotten
And would be forgotten, so I would forget
Thus devoted, concentrated in purpose. And God said
Prophesy to the wind, to the wind only for only
The wind will listen. And the bones sang chirping
With the burden of the grasshopper, saying

Removing barriers reclaiming bedrock
Mountains blazing rivers unbending oceans upswelling
Opportunity opens to receive and ripen
Chromosomes of chaos exploding with possibility
If we can discern from within the cacophony
A persistent cadence of creeping coalescense