I submit my resignation
to earth which rushes
up to meet me...
my restless wings,
his relentless tongue.
We are old friends,
he and I.
I am prepared to offer
some form of restitution.
My flesh tends
the exquisite rose.
The heart caves in
on walls of chamber...
destroying wounds.
Eyes remember quietly
the blue-white sky...
the echo of light
on the mirrored water.
The taste of earth
similiar to life...
and stones
beneath the gnarled
hands of trees
lie keeping.
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