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Contributed by jimxxx on Sunday, 25th November 2012 @ 11:17:48 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

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 ... [ 2012-11-25 11:17:48]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Unmarked (User Rating: 1 )
by MrsJackson on Sunday, 25th November 2012 @ 05:05:28 PM AEST
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WOW, this is deep!

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