Boots on the Ground

rustled from sleep by a force unknown darkness surrounds, confusion abounds in the hazy half awake, half asleep where is the blessing in...

I need the grit of it to scrub my soul, the weight of it to break open the places weariness has settled in my very bones I need to stand...

YOU You are made from stardust every bit as bright and shiny every bit as mysterious and ethereal You are made from dust everyday,...