1 Caban
Red Magnetic Earth
Like frozen Field
Or brittle bough
I melt into my Self –
Surface Lives recede
Fall far away and deep –
Too weak for Light or Heat
Frost murmurs underfoot
Grasses bend and break
A Shroud upon myself I take –
Infinity curls within
My Shell --
Eros hides inside
Great granite Cliffs reveal
Layers full with
Rhythm, Rhyme, and Reason –
Earth’s molten Crystal Center
Pulls the Moon around -
Directs the Seasons
And the Treasons
Until the Sun returns.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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