06 October 2009

circadian rhythm

entering the first circle

the last protective layer
of skin hidden from
the wind and the rain
the burning sun
raising voices over
the sounds noises
of tearing into the
soil the creation of
life endless forgiving
it grows beneath my skin
and up through my eyes
rooted in tissue and
hope the only words
i know to say carried
by blood and not
waves crashing onto
every empty shore

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