Cosmic Lull

The old lives gain

Reach forward into my days of mind

 

Their voices crawl

Unrushed but sure

Recognizable as fingernail

On wood

 

Dormant lessons swell like a full lung

Breath-held with the grasping

Of days unlived

Brandished in offering

 

My story

One more layer of mud

Etched unto geologic time

 

 

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