Monday, September 15, 2014

Numbers 2: In Writing

Send a sign
reverberating in the sand
shifting names

You are my rock
A window
A gift

Force of my father
Who heard
Made me whole

 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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