The Epilogue Entries – No.1

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I AM WITHIN

∴

I wake unto a cold and whited ground.

Resurrected, yes, perhaps,

but cold,

as if the blood holds,

waiting in each vein like a stallion at the gate

who is cautious, even,

of its speed.

 

Some mornings are grey,

and the pre-historic calls

of sand hill cranes

echo against the ceiling of cloud

as if to say,

go south and away

go south and away.

the wind here is sharp,

and real is not always right.

 

But like a fool,

I grab the thick self,

that like a parka

dons and morphs

and seals a second skin,

and says

and says again,

I am within.

I am within.

∴

 

 

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