"Many times did I slip through"
Many times did I slip through
cave slot a just-delivered thought
back bearings in the old dryness
and I even once believed I'd stay
in the thousand years of pain
in animal bones & faint paintings
ten thousand years fast in the rock
a new shadow on old shadows
living a little show of fire
as I watched me dying.
© 2012 Rob Schackne
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