Fixed Sand

Here nor there!!!
It holds no matter-

till it’s changed into thoughtful pattern,

if I hold the spade,

then where’s the joker?

I suppose the Earth is asking my card be turned over.
I jump with joy!
For She beats hearts within souls,

my manifestation comes forth-
To reveal all known-

as She renews roots

from the bread of my stones,
I gather strength

to finally turn over

the last unturned bone

We’ll call it Earthism*