Torn earth rises into the sky revealing its past.
Its verticality and capacity to hold on to crystalized rain
Allows for its beauty to be taken and used
For entertainment by the neon masses.
Is it no longer dignified?
Does it still reign in its icy domain?
They’re only minuscule blemishes on its pale face
No dignity is lost.
In spite of bruised bone and hesitations I’ll gladly be a blemish today.
