Sunday, September 8, 2013

spirit

I rattled all the chains
in the old kingdom
thinking I was wind
or dirt, or rain

a ghost

pressed
in the miles thick earth
a whisper stoked
by worms or armored friends

the bark fed climb
and I'll be rising
find me calling
fresh, reborn
again

~abigler 2013


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