End Of The Harvest

like the walls of your stare, you will fall (within you) succumb to the new and give way old fields will fail (memory) yielding crops of rock ad dust a book lies open, its pages crumble at your touch words breed lies (writhe) wind feeds fire unseen have you ever tasted the soil (destiny) and felt your own death in your veins shield your eyes from the moon (found them all) as it mocks your wretched self with fire in your heart the truth lies clear words breed lies (writhe) wind feeds fire unseen bend your thoughts, unveil your soul now drink, revive, reach, scrape and bind