©2021 Michael Raven

i walk with spirits
seeking the old ways
that are lost to fantasy
invented myth & 

i put my ear down
to the ground

written words cannot
apprehend the message --
try to hear with eyes &
see with books &
speak with fingers
gliding over skyclad skin
along the knife's edge
mistaking orgasm
for the ecstatic...

i hear a gentle
heartbeat thrum 
plunging fingers down
to touch
that living sound
singing of
part of lost
trailheads to
worlds without

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