Rumblings

The wisdom of ages delivers itself in every knock of each generation. As the sun dances on Earth's watery blanket, an unexpected truth jumps from excitement. A cat's hiss is heard—ears take heed: I've come with sweet surprises, to break this pomegranate open, delivering a new dawn, a horizon reborn, inflated with hope for summits yet unseen. The lowly peaks sag, humbly offering their impoverished hands, taking alms to quiet their rapacious hunger. A blunted canine tooth, draped in bleeding gums, disembowels saintly offerings to satiate impoverished dreams. The rumblings massage the dry terrains, seeking sanctuary in quiet serenity. No need for apples or infinite knowledge— the appetite knows no end. A single vanishing point, birthed from the holiest of places, one diminishing end to mark the soul’s return.