Blood of My Pen / aralee strange

Blood of my pen the black ink spilt at my feet
the unwritten take root reach deep

Your grief is a river
and cannot be pushed
and cannot be forded with ease
can burn can freeze deep enough to walk upon
one lonely step after another clear to the other side

Road weary traveler hunkered down anticipating wind chill
look yonder above the horizon
might be clouds might be mountains
dog snake raven enemies of the evil eye
surround you whispering in tongues to
swim amongthe millions silvering the river
hear the hawk in wheeling freedom

     It is us who are holy
     who negotiate the holy firm daily
     spirits kissed and wrapped in the night
     divine shines from our eyes

     We see much
     we understand nothing
     deep the deep
     flux and mystify

A far cry from the high thin whine of humanity
above the horizon
might be clouds might be mountains
snake dog raven enemies of the evil eye
surround you

luna the moon rises

it is enough

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