As Without, So Within

  Within my hand is earth, stick, and stone
 
In cold blown wind I stand thick rigid bones
 
Water from my eyes runs down upon my feet
 
And fires that I see make not warming heat
 
The street is processed dense black tar paved
 
All I greet are distressed, in bars, enslaved
 
Crowded by protruding empire of obelisks
 
Confounded & colluding desire shoved risk
 
Both mesmerized just as materially forced
 
To rationalize, fake smile, & stay the course
 
Great wars were lost before wiping sleep from eyes
 
While upon beaten backs, the dreamless did not rise
 
I let loose the earth, stick, and stone from my hand
 
For held within my skin is sun, wind, ocean, and land

- Brandon Fenton 2014