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Contributed by
jimxxx
on
Sunday, 25th November 2012 @ 11:17:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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As I sink,
I pride myself
on knowing the limits
of the sky-
My cheeks in leaves
I stretch beneath
my body reaching,
moist and warm. I have
a few hours
with these trees
that pencil their names
on the clouds, clouds that
gather, nothing more-
I had years to choose
the spot, the pose
the clothes,
Years to sing
in a forest
of competing winds.
The months and weeks
turned the soil
and brought me
Love and songs,
The weeks and days
brought me here,
where some would call
nowhere.
I sink beneath
my body moist,
a root for better
or worse-
The October blue
sky is folding
into the leaves and
the wind tossed twigs.
I am fine
one spider eye,
then darkness
overhead-
I will wait
with all of you
suspended
in the dirt,
where I will talk and
work and fight
for the memory
of the light.
Copyright ©
jimxxx
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2012-11-25 11:17:48]
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Re: Unmarked
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by MrsJackson on
Sunday, 25th November 2012 @ 05:05:28 PM AEST
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