Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Hunters Gatherers

winter’s eyes of ice
crackling from the lakes
forest reaching branches 
breakthroughs spark the skies

embrace the slick black rocks 
while ocean waves crash over

widening portals grow 
flow unknown and glowering 
down and doomed to breaking fakes 
making meal of joy knowing
masks are unaccountable

old spark and close to coals
sit now caressing embers
whether we rise or fall 
it all ends

in a stone marked grave 
a hole of cold bones

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