Disheveled,

we battle crawled

beneath barbed-wire defenses

and through undried tar roads-

searching for the One True light.

We spent our lives stuck.

 

The Light overhead shined-

day and night-

to those willing to see.

 

those who saw it once,

would see it forever.

The Light was all

that would matter.

 

Fingers stretched and planted

into unwelcoming ground,

dragging the scratched underbellies

of the population across the

thirsty, thoughtless Earth.

We crawled in circles,
chasing a Light

that moved with us.