
The fault.

Where lines happen.
We sweep the earth.
Our backs bend towards the heavens.
The moist from our lips
giving thanks to the land.
We sweep the earth
to comfort the spirits of the dead.
The feathers in our hairs,
we & the spirits are one.
We sweep the earth
when it’s angry & the rivers weep.
Forgive our sins.
We are your children.
We sweep the earth.
It’s time to sleep & to wake.
We sweep the earth
for another splendid day.