Monday, September 15, 2014

Numbers 2: In Writing

Send a sign
reverberating in the sand
shifting names


You are my rock
A window
Escape
A gift

Force of my father
Who heard
Made me whole
Added
Redeemed
Weaned

 Wounded me
 
In barren lostness
I help my brother
My brother, bad
We are enough


Against and around
unfurled in the wild
from the blasted past
to the murmuring deeps
who comes first
who goes last
an endless wave
An earthworm swallowing sand





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