Formation and Composition
Taste of the dust, beautiful salts
Components of life
Gathering at the base of an age old spire,
To amass, to become, to invent, to exist
What shall this bring?
In such a state motion is not perceived,
Time can not subsist!
Celestial brines in the ashen sands,
Defying entropic fate to become as one,
To strip the spire of its burdens and boundaries
Salts of the earth, whispers in the roots
Of a miracle's construction
The living, the dying,
The conscious, the architect