Revelry.

[samanimz]

Born of mud and marrow, once
Many mustard seeds
Shifted by tectonics, us
Saplings lost at sea

We are eternally returning,
Determined casualties
For an independent journey
Through collective infancy

Elusive is the lesson
Translucent is the scene
From adolescent acquiescence
To sincerest sovereignty

One must find the seventh pin
Hidden within our own revelry
To set in motion, once again
That patient, antiquated key

- 06.24.2011.