Natures Industry
Your world lies. Her open arms that offer beauty Her nature composed of promised peace.Does she offer you shelter? The sublime unbound by limits of mindsNo bird can sing her glory No stream to paint her truth. Instead in light and dark we wanderJustified in our limited passions Driven by those factors where trees dwell not.Do priests consult the dirt to forgiveness? Are our trials heard amongst the weight of trees.When the unseen clock flicks its pendulum To and fro, from life to death. We are taken back to the weeds. In the guts and grime of the earth beneath.The sky is called a final resting place, Yet the dead are placed underneath.
Cody Hopper is a student at CSUSM, when he isn’t doing improv, or flippin’ za, he can be found in the dark corners of his room, writing the next story of horror and torment that crosses his mindscape. He loves violent stories, comic books, movies, coffee, and buffalo wings– not in this order.