one trip
around the sun
ago
I stood
teetering
on the edge
listening to the trickle
of possibilities
like pebbles
tumbling down
the cliffside
towards
the mysterious valley
below
It has always been my way
to step back
into familiar footing
however root ridden
it is
almost assuredly
I will trip
but at least
the grounds kiss
is quicker
but for some strange reason
I dove
deep
down
off the crumbling precipice
into the cavernous
space
of wishing
I made the other choice
so now
my known
a pit
dotted in red ochre
beckons me
with high pitch
resonance
randomized
ramiform
rooms
lure
and
loom
it is said
singing
is the most efficient way
to explore
caves
so
play the muzic
Listen
my own old words
bounce off
the weeping walls
Loved this piece it has a strange seeping,cascading effesct deep inside... Reverberating the thoughts, returning back again and again..
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