Ghost Clay

In layers of dirt
Eyes do see
Ancestors playing the high E
While we remain low
Scraping the below
Barely touching ageless wisdom
Whilst folding hands as cups
To catch whatever seeps
Through leaking pipes

Eyes do see
Sewers stretching timelines
Where ghost crap flows
And mud dwellers roam
In currents beneath

Here
One could only hear
The deepest bottom end
Whilst strumming strings
Matching to no prevail
Obsessed by their high notes
Where did the past go?

Let ring, sail on
Walk not in mire
Let the stars speak
Our saying will become
Standing in cosmic shower
Absorbing distant light
Eight minutes left
Eight minutes left

Overwhelmed
By sense of becoming
Clearing the layers
Of sand and water
What looks like dirt, we
Take in and absorb
As clay and ours to form
Once beautiful, risen as new
Now we play the high chords

Let ring, sail on
Walk not in mire
Let the stars speak
Our saying will become
Standing in cosmic shower
Absorbing distant light
Eight minutes left
Eight minutes left

Updated, I tried to remove the long lines and make some better flow to it. It was an revelation so to say lol. I guess I fancy long lines when I don't use my microscope studying techniques.