I need the rain.
Hard,
broken,
dessicated limbs hang
low and heavy
like twin pendulums
of shattered lead.
I need the storm
Cold,
cracking,
drained roots coil
notted and gnarled
like a cage
of sun bleached bone.
I need the flood.
Dark,
engulfing,
suffocated leaves wither
rusted and dying
like an endlessness
of time-ground sand.
I need the void.
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC
I need the rain.
Hard,
broken,
dessicated limbs hang
low and heavy
like twin pendulums
of shattered lead.
I need the storm
Cold,
cracking,
drained roots coil
notted and gnarled
like a cage
of sun bleached bone.
I need the flood.
Dark,
engulfing,
suffocated leaves wither
rusted and dying
like an endlessness
of time-ground sand.
I need the void.
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