1 Caban
Red Magnetic Earth
Like frozen Field
Or brittle Leaf --
I fold into my Self –-
Surface Life recedes
Falls far away and deep –
Sparks fly faint and blue
Too weak for Light or Heat
Frost rustles underfoot
Grasses bend and break --
A Shroud upon myself I take –
Infinity curls within
My Shell –
Eros hides
Inside
Great granite Cliffs
Belie a Planet full of Life –
Her Crystal Core
Pulls the Moon around --
Directs the Season
And the Treason
Until the Sun returns.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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