Monday, 29 October 2012
A Natural Condition
Yet not for water but for peace
I Thirsted, a natural condition
My navel in slow yawn
a second nose agape
Through which breathes the earth
Forever
Charlie was in my craw
So I, loathed the stillness
Stalking my waters, rumbling at the edge
But in my navel always sat
The seed of resurrection
2012
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