Salty rain begins
Gliding its way down trunks
Getting lost in fabric leaves
Or resting gently on cheeks
Basking in the heat of skins

Molten bean soup
Housing shoals of ****
And Silken soy islands
Habituated by scallion trees
Brewing the perfect flavor group

Then a beam above
A blinding light
Followed by silver
Crashing with all might
With the grace of a bellied dove

The crash pays homage to Moses
Splitting tectonic plates
Paving a path to the scoop
The stew child ascends
And the gap below closes

Into the cave it goes
Entry barred
a serpent slithers
Corralling refuges back to nest
The only ritual it knows

The rain is dense
A body is a temple
This temple a sauna
Coated in scorched poison
It yearns for a cleanse

Watered Calvary sweeps in
Purging vile spice
With soothing touch
But glass only holds so much
And the cure is left thin

Slamming the clear dome
Icebergs swish
In a desolate tomb
But a savior passes by
Returning sea to the arctics home

Hope is restored
Now it’s time to desecrate
Pangea resumes
It won’t stop
Until bowl is fully toured