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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