The Elements

The obstacles to the flow stay
if I want them to stay.
Can the matter come to rest
this water this earth this fire and this air.
There will never be drifting in existence
so much as I wish or care.
I have to look fate in the face
who wants to convert me to a zombie
and see me lying on earth as a corpse.
I'm no blind
I labour to see my sun.
The mind ripped and a new fury unleashes
the water cracking up every earth in me
whisper
matters and all elements
never cease to exist.
The ashes are now open to the sky
and I know not what the soul is made off.