And walking in the light of a world three times removed
My shadow hand sows stars upon the dark and tilled earth grooved
A new sky display with counterpoint suns and clouds of disbelief
Seeds the day with rust’s perfume peppered by time the thief
I breathe this poison in, arrest it in my sunken chest
There to germinate into the path that suits me best
And pausing briefly I pour myself another cup of someday
To sweeten yet the open chests of birds laid out in black array
All button eyed and feather frayed and risen from the dead
August 2009
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