earth and sky

i have the eerie sense that all the writing I've done is crap. surely a couple suggestions of immanence or transcendence but really there is this tone of half-assedness pervading.

the good news is maybe a newly minted burned retina. I'm 32 and the rollercoaster gains even toward the precipice. without overreliance on party politics, experience, ideal, idea, ____logy, ______ism, the candle flame shifts and burns. as we sink into the earth.

and the earth is like the sky. the earth is about rest. the flowers go to seed and they wait, inert, hibernating. they die to the earth. but what is the sky? the sky is the same. the sky is where the earth soul rises waiting to become a flower or a baby isabel again. conspiring, sprouting or crying forth, earth and sky become oddly married. this oddity is bodied life. this oddity is forever felt. if seen, we have a dangerous awareness of invisible mountains. if not, we have grasping and turning away, babies of the dark knight, eyes sparking only in conquest.