some blue evening
while lovely rivers break
& bleed out
into our gently curving eyes
once more,
we'll see the gliding forms
of our skeletal bodies
return to the salty airs of sea.
& i've been mourning too long
this death inside me.
i've forced the honey
from my morbid tongue.
the cathedral of my heart
has whispered names for far too long
& i can no longer count
the seconds as they fade away.
so i dive
spend-thrift into the splendor
of the next golden day.
& there are so many suns
& trees about us.
so many ways
to walk the warbled woods.
my feet are bare
& in the moss of the earth
i am awakening.
over-darling,
let the riddles
of your uncompromise
undo me...
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Submission Name: the moss of the earth
