Motion Sickness Blues

The sun comes over shadow, stones, and red earth
mocking notions of a holy birth
calling into queston what it all is worth

The stone stays in quiet contemplative thought
she has seen destroyed what men have sought
and watched them buy what can't be bought

The red earth is silent with the passing sun
it knows it will be carved to free a river run
it is waiting for the time it will all be done

The shadow acts the serpent between day and night
it slides behind the objects that can't pass the light
the razor's edge that marks the ongoing fight

The sun it rotates back somewhere else again
they all are lost perception is color's friend
though infinite the line must at some point end