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Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Tendrils (a poem)...

by PMZ

Long thin tendrils
Of smoke and bark

Emphasize just how stark

This place is.

Stark, but beautiful too,
With nothing here but me
and You,

(and the trees, and the rocks, and the birds, and the ants)

And an innumerable, unfathomable need

For more
To Stay
Life is gray
On the Quay

That leads to Humanity's ship

Lead me not to the Ship
Let me slip

To the woods
To the fields
To the desert
To be healed

Of my unbelief
Of my pointless grief
May you be the chief

Of my life for a time, and soon we will fly


To the mountains
Primal fountains
Tryst Clandestine

Again I will run to the hills.


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