#1615 - the map of where we are

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the map of where we are

a campaign

 

of twigsmear

grass up

plenty of line in the sand

 

rain here

and the day stiff

things grow out

 

as ant to leaf along

where we were once

a clock runs over

 

here comes a mountain

much under

 

creek roar

 

breeze and beyond

 

detecting a sun

nobody sees

 

magnificent pile

here’s this damage

 

the trail returning

deeper

prayer up pointed

 

where the tree unleafed

 

all conquest

 

grow until into the dark

 

our burial to be

 

never a resting place

 

so much of us

not a word spoken

 

there isn’t an X marks the spot