Wednesday, April 9, 2014

To dream to awaken inside a World

To dream is to waken inside a world

fully is is filled and all fruits it bears

so Pomona with a basket in her arms

plentiful as moss is a whole forest

suffices to answering her whispers

gathering new strength she reaches forward  

 and loosening the footsteps of a word

breaks from meaning the bitterest question

I am alone in the harvest of hours,

where have all my people gone to wander?

blossoms and tendrils hope springs forever

skipping and leaping back from the descent

to expanding darkness, bipedal, bent,

and gives of its soil its firmament.

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