November 8th.

I go with the flow 

of lines and grooves carved into the earth

I pass by often

though you don't always see me

I have a talent of being invisible,

unknown to the world

yet so very essential.

I bare no life
yet I create it all the time
from nothing
it appears,
and I cradle it in my swaying arms.

I am the barer of energy,
the keeper of mystery and myth and truth.

I am the solevent of souls
and substances of the like
that linger in the depths;
I am

the blood and bone of the earth,

the life and death of everything.