Emerged from the underworld
I am different
I once touched the mythologies of centuries
I now know nothing
What was extraordinary
Is now ordinary
Red earth under my finger nails
The sky tingles in my bones
I sleep without memory
I await dreams
Showing posts with label The poet speaks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The poet speaks. Show all posts
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Journey Home
CHRISTMAS, 2008
I stand before the sea
Where fish, pregnant with eggs,
Spawn a new epoch.
My breast presses on the ground of kings
Bringing
Strength to my knees
I stand upon the mesa,
Body sweating the salt of queens
I am ready
My memories spring
From desert stones
Singing
Where fish, pregnant with eggs,
Spawn a new epoch.
My breast presses on the ground of kings
Bringing
Strength to my knees
I stand upon the mesa,
Body sweating the salt of queens
I am ready
My memories spring
From desert stones
Singing
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
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