Ethereal farm

 somewhere in pondland
dreamland
the common man´s heaven

sunlit and heated grass and reptile garden
The compost layered
steaming up

each bed to be planted
scraps scattered
nothing devoid of meaning

god´s whisper tingles and assures the scraps that we are
gently with words that border on opiate driven states
The sun, a father, it´s mere existance pushing life forward

The hoping and knowing inside of faith´s universe
where idiot and architect collide