Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.



Tuesday, January 18, 2011

the grass is my hair,

the stones-they are all my body

though the heart, scrambled in the cracks

is a thick and bloody,

broken boned animal.

the air is my spirit,

the fire is forever my threshold

the love, how i feel it,

is as consuming as both

and wholly

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