May 4, 2011

windy sage

a mountain rage
teeth as nails
hide buried
where the burn nears
a bottom
and the well starts to draw...
restless night wrestles the wind
talks to me,whispers in rain
and the insane passage of time
humanity parades around in...
fleas treat their host better
than we treat our Eden
reckoning comes lightning switched strafed in a forked language
we long ago forgot
how to speak without losing
ourselves to its mad call
chattel all...

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