fickle so

gods can be
fickle so--

i put my trust into
stone, crow, ash
and thorn

my mycelium footpad
telegraphs the
forest floor
blood drumming
underskin
i will sing aloud
my soul
to guide the spirits
to become
whole

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Sweet whispers of the feet to the very world they are walking. Glorious and memorable. I will likely think of this poem with many of my upcoming steps.

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