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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