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In Fields of Bloom and Decay
when you unlock
your sun cage
the cattle rhyme with my bones
when husk and seed fall on my blanket
the field begins to fear its nature
my body pushes through muddy
centuries if you close your ice ages
and take ten deep breaths I’ll sow
the sweet blood bloom of memory
Posted 01/18/21
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