Thursday, December 7, 2017

That Echo

That echo
through the grain
The one
that beat so fiercely
I still feel it
sinking
in my chest
Heavy 
and full of things
once deeply buried
But all things
rise
with time
Just like
the sun and the moon
I can feel it
Taste it
With each
heaving breath
I breathe



-May 2017

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