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Daisies floating in a sea of green
Trees whispering sweet nothings
A walk in paradise....
As day spreads its soft golden wings far beyond
Light catches the edges of the sloping roof tops
Birth of a new day ....
I was buried
so deeply,
I fell out
the other
end
If God granted all my prayers how miserable I would be .
-

i look up at my feet and
understand what it is like
to be buried underneath
the entirety of the Earth—

maybe Atlas was
simply interred
after all...



s jones
2021


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a poem inspired by ~Schedar~
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