Tallest mountains keep on growing,

Deepest seas never full,

Oxen heavily yolked

That will forever pull.

Grass that grows only to be cut,

To feed the greatest beasts

For unending preparations

For unending feasts.

Like tides that bathe the earth

Exfoliating her skin

And volcanoes erupting

Making beauty marks on her cheek.

Night skies more full of

White than black

That just hasn’t reached

Our eyes yet.

Like slugs rolled from tail to head

Everything comes to a point

That uncontainable must explode.

When the stones begin to scream

And whirlpools turned inside out

Shoot fountains into the sky,

When the earth with confetti

And pomp and circumstance

As never seen or heard before

We will no longer doubt

Will no longer reason or argue

That everything is promised for greatness.

Made to look beyond the confines of our skin,

Beyond the confines of long forgiven sin.

– Vagabond Prophet

– Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “Promised for Greatness.” I hope you like it.