blood lives along
the sharp points
where low and high
lose their distinction
a floating sinking
moving reference
pushes extremes
farther out
higher over
lower under
deeper
in between
we root and breathe
against this earth
always hunting home
horizons planes
and gravity
all break at once
and needles spin
none remember
where the sun
wakes and rises
goes for solace
skulls remember
caves and caverns
veins remember
tireless rivers
we flow into
the past and future
always hunting home
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mid night poetry( part 1)
PoetryAbout mid night poetry :collection of dark poems that I use to write or have written at night ! "I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'l...
