soil
soil
the back arched
the vertebrae rose
one by one, sunrise of many worlds
bones in air
it is of pale pink skies, a firstborn flush
and trees, against it
black and deep of greenery
it is of pain, abandonment
of bullets laced with gentle melody
of photographs within the howling wind
the hand moved
the fingers gripped
two by two, milkyways in every tear
buds of stone
it is of bodies, careening through the air
of fiery dirt roads, fields in silent grace
of daffodils, of loss beneath the sun
it is of others, days
of steady holding shoulders and of peace divine
of kite-tails fluttering in eternal breeze
the vertebrae rose
one by one, sunrise of many worlds
bones in air
it is of pale pink skies, a firstborn flush
and trees, against it
black and deep of greenery
it is of pain, abandonment
of bullets laced with gentle melody
of photographs within the howling wind
the hand moved
the fingers gripped
two by two, milkyways in every tear
buds of stone
it is of bodies, careening through the air
of fiery dirt roads, fields in silent grace
of daffodils, of loss beneath the sun
it is of others, days
of steady holding shoulders and of peace divine
of kite-tails fluttering in eternal breeze
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