Monday, March 12, 2012

till the soul

when i pressed my ear
against the ground
on land
that used to provide
for a matriarchal indigenous people
two thousand years ago
i could hear
the open mouths
and outstretched arms
of indistinguishable shadows
traveling at a thousand miles per hour
from depths immeasurable
and at the same time
as if they had already arrived
to wait
for someone to listen

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