sprinkle some sun and wait

you can’t mould a life
like you would a piece of mud
the bits are forever disintegrating
the meaning disolving perpetually
till all that is left is dry earth
and a world that is only noise

you have to sprinkle some sun
sky, fire, smiles without cause
into the mud you hold
then after all the nine hundred elements
are there in right proportion
you simply wait and pray

and you pray and wait
and maybe a miracle will occur
lightning from galaxies away
will find its way to your home
the very pulse of the universe
will light up your soul’s corners
and your life will soar

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