Green shores. Green round bends horizoned
Up...up...far time pillars.
Salt. Fresh...
I am
Home.
Red tides wash, wish, creep silent. Creep
Crashing. Angry red eyes gaze at
Snap! shut claws on...nothing. Air. Salt.
Fresh...
I am
Home.
Storms impotent...I leave Ancestor paths...
Follow Ancestor ways.
Stroke River Mares' manes...they cannot
Forsake rivers.
I call green shores to them. For...
I am
Home.
How many smiling lips' lies...promises'
Twisted, frenzied dust mockeries
Battered through...tested, tested. Tested.
In the morning, I rose up Shining...prints
Gone...invisible whirlings millions of years
Defeated.
Petals in the air. Petals dewed delicate...as I,
Reaching,
Touch one
Flower...
Beyond years...
Fresh. Sweet.
And, in reaching down,
Tears combine dew
Into rain
Of a beating
Heart.
I am
Home.
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