deep in the earth
and stand alone beside it
it holds me skyward
for the gulp of gleaming mountains
cliffs of honey to find my ribs.
In the glint of cafe tables
I am a tide restless
shields of congealed dust
a web for my mouth
in its infertile shadow world
I am the root's tongue lashing
scum's furrow to find
the mapped flank of landscape
and take it cell to cell
voice crashing like an eagle's thrill.
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