The Dust Chokes Our Eyes

Does the well run dry?

Do the green vines cease

dipping into the Springwine?

Will the dust choke our eyes

and render clear sight blind?

Perhaps, it will, if we fail to


Just an inch deeper lies

a fountain, fresh,


to renew our lives.

Cup your hands,

let them bleed, if you must,

but cup them

like shovels and

dig that last

inch of dirt.

© CGT, 2018.

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