wyrding/

ghostdancing blind on a beach of stone
sweat fevered and summer sky calling
i stole the sun, baby
theft from a box, as written in card
watch those towers fall
my wyrd on the branch of the hanging tree
reaching for the soil

© Michael Raven

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