Hour 5… time capsual

the storm has passed, like all storms do

me, i made it, but as i walk the new day

l see all have not, the ancient legs of the

snow gum have been pulled from the earth

line upon line of its history bared and washed by rain

i lay my hands on its curves, listening to it tale

how the world has changed, it tastes sour

in my mouth, i cannot swallow this song

it changes flavors, my taste bud read this language

a skill pulled from memory, wings resting in tangled words

i know this breath it is mine and the planets

i am not mine, i am not whole when i am alone

in a prison of four walls, of screen

i belong like all things, to the earth



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