I found a holy grail of grasses
blowing in the wind,
paying no mind to the powerplay
of lines and mind games above
our grainy heads.
Wholesome and free,
there is no mystery hidden
in the haunted spaces
between ears,
ours or theirs.
Enter from any direction,
as the skies do.
You can find it all inside.
The answers are easy to collect,
provided love is the point.
It’s not moot.
It’s not mute.
Loot me for more,
your reward.
Even if they trademark
the elemental ingredients,
they’ll never be as rich
as the blood-soaked soil;
here in truth, the proof.
