HOLDING IN THE SOAKING SKY
-immersion of the mind, into the cold wet morning rise-
-where seems to be the change...that never made this-
-mourning son...
-dredging tears into the dew
-sustaining forces below the soil
-cold deer to the end
-suspension of time, while light filters through...bringing soon, the unkempt youth
-unto a restful place he stumbles
-harrowing sorrow
-the weight of life.
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