nomad nomad

©2022 Michael Raven

i grow my hair long
my spirit tether drawn
out and over
silver moontouched
satin and curl
hands over mouths
muttering mockery
i do not fucking care

i will fill my soul
with windsongs
and metaltrees
singing in the sunlands
wander

spiritual nomad
adrift
waves desert sands
unclinging
with ribbons 'round
my wrists
my hands
crackwhipping
in wind
sentinels of sound

i've lost clinging
unmoored, they say
bats in the belfry

but
i see in colours
over deserts
of song

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