of signs and voices

whispers frighten us... as frenzies grow calm embroidered with vines ancestral solstices unfold clouds are galloping wildly, the wind is growling wilder to call rain to the fields rain...this strange water pours unto the earth scorching in the wind the earthen pots are full with blood- wild, pure, untamed water the savaged skies clear and the silence of a stagnant sea covers the fields burning in heat we will never know hunger again...