Vitality Drawn Thin as a Crack.

I crave that weary, empty cave
Those unremitting ribbons of geology
Those booming echoes drip by drip
Sneaking down the cranial walls
Etching with acid despair.

I crawl into the water, weighted by the world
Slipping into the muddy bottom
Staring down the midnight eels.
Vitality drawn thin as a crack.

Do not inhale, don’t do it!
Do not drown in watery inches!
Wait for one more morning sun
Shafting through the silting creek beds,
Dappled with leaves and colored stones.

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Green with Garden Hose



Comments

Anonymous said…
Yes, morning sun… light of the Spirit, shine on me!

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