Lightning

Darken the fiber
The weight on this imbilical silence
We stir up the pot
Only to find the rot floats to the top
We are bloodied in our forethoughts
Echoes of our karma
We render every color
Every hue we wish to view
New breath now in our lungs may linger
We wager against the war that looms in the distance
Can we offer enough resistance
Can peace prevail to raise awareness
Are we really preparing
Or do we only slumber
Listening to the rumble of distant thunder
Will it take the lightning
Or something close and frightening
To open up our eyes
And remind us
It is our time to rise