Early May Midday

today feels like a breath of death in the air the silence in the still dormant air the heat of 100 plus degrees ... 
the whispering, noise that is here far sounding so far from yet so near ... like the muffled screams that are suffocated from the heat .... 
the sun bakes the lakes that we all live in quietly drowning... 
in the streams of dry water boiling from the sheltered nothings that have consumed the life ... 
people are free no more nature has reared it savaged head to bring quickness.... 
to the breech of swallowed lives as it parts the young from the old the weak from the strong ... 
living from the undead yet no longer able to live ... 
what is the call of the demonized filled love ... 
or is this the circle of death toll rising to the apocalyptic stench...
that has the birth of new life breeding with a profound solution...
in the destitution of nature's way of telling you something is wrong ...
picture the extremes of uncertain ways the hollow filled corpses of woods that lay strewn in the forests... 
of our desserted lives distinguished by the dessert streams... 
that father birth from the sands of decomposing life... 
that never was alive on the shores of the glory filled minds.... 
the beastly clamored mountains filled with the lakes... 
that these bodies are ... 
here is where the fisher of men sat on the banks... 
of the devoured people who never really existed... 
though the shore has the soulful designs... 
of what was lost in the mind to which has no given time