The Keeping

I submit my resignation
to earth which rushes
up to meet me...

my restless wings,
his relentless tongue.

We are old friends,
he and I.

I am prepared to offer
some form of restitution.

My flesh tends
the exquisite rose.

The heart caves in
on walls of chamber...

destroying wounds.

Eyes remember quietly
the blue-white sky...

the echo of light
on the mirrored water.

The taste of earth
similiar to life...

and stones
beneath the gnarled
hands of trees

lie keeping.

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