The ground is water
and spits straight at my heel
at my back
and on the arrows of my elbows
It wishes for everything I have
to be sunken and of Atlantis
What I wanted once
can no longer be obtained
so I turn back
but am forgotten
The ground is water
and made of sweat
Sometimes I forget
all of the work that
got us here
our civilization
our Emerald City
like a crystal it shines
when there is light
like a crystal inside
we’re all it absorbs

barbershop epiphany:
looking at trophies
he sees life rewarding him