Ashes & Dust

Its dark out here among the seeds

where the Earth is pressing down

I try to grow above the weeds

but the reign is pound for pound,

the time is ripe for fertile fruit

and the warmth it comes in coos

here the darkness is a deafening chill

where shadows feed on the loose,

but none too soon the weight is lifted

and the eye begins to pree

the subtle veil shifting

exposing rays of reverie.

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