An essence of cow burns with the sun.
Such like lamp-oil and sulfur from a wooden match.
Emerald blades of grass covet my senses.
The day is dawning…it has recently begun.
Life among the living is an overnight sensation.
An elemental rebirth.
This stipend for me?
A clinging, a wanting to be amid the earth.
The nature of things flows with a certain beauty that tangles with despair.
Only a small allowance that lets my mind repair.