Wilted flowers bloom in the noonday sun
as dry throats croak,
wanting, needing,
needlessly waiting
for that sliver in the mind
to strike gold
The river takes the fallow heart screaming,
down the raging rapids,
looking for some new sandy shore,
but there's no escape from
the jagged smile
from the rocks below
Climb again to the icy peaks,
while the scarred lands open
before you
like a lovers arms
in the deep of night
still alone in the meadows below
Stay, hunger
deep in the belly
fill the empty spaces
with promise of harvest
lay with me
broken in the sunlight
like crystal plates, shining
in the grass, a spectrum of haste
quiet and still
frozen in time
spinning
while the world
passes us by.
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