Native Path

the world's
so heavy with sin
it feels past
the reckoning     of
messiah     or
flood     there's no
blood trail     to
the source     it's all
saturated     I fail
to see     the way
to walk     it's dusk
the sun is red
as a dying star
I have to stop
and wait     for morning
to light my path
through the woods
again     even though
it will still be so d…