Sunday, December 20, 2015

Deuteronomy 29: In Writing

I saw, eyes wide open
yet had no eyes to see
no ear to hear
no heart to know
what I saw.

Curled in earth
unknowing, unchanging
sealed in my pod
that never wears down.

Does entropy freeze
as I battle 
through childhood
roots curling down
like fine white hair
enwrapping your fingers

till we grow enwrapped 
in each other 
I was yours before I was me 
If you move, 

I am uprooted 
from root to tip
ash and sulphur 
who will know me?

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