Still a winter landscape
Burned and bleached
By withering winds
Herbage nibbled close by livestock
Ecstasy was pushing through at all times
The chemically pure clock
Measuring out time
As soft as silk buttons
Stitching up my earthly body
In a shriveled cocoon
Echoing clumps of sound from the industrial valleys
Steeped in my own chaos, self reflecting as I am a sap of sun
Throw in treasures, she let's you in on secrets and the failed purpose is made part of the poem
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Drowning Reflections
SpiritualThere is no up or down, no left or right. There is only the pull of currents that guides you, the steady tug of a flowing stream. All you have to decide is whether or not you would follow~
