Badlands & Baptisms: A Southern Man Softens

Bats cut the badlands sky.

A traditional man softens. Who gets to cry? Who gets to weave?

Another man steps into the ocean and forgets himself. He comes back with nothing.

But what’s that he’s offering to the being who sent him in?

The waters are rising. Step in.A message from the land itself.

Juniper grass, mullein hills, rabbits taking notes on human absurdity.

Dark moonshine, saffron sunsets, an old stump humming.

Somewhere, an oak tree nods in approval.

possible.