Mottled grey hues collapse

Into chiseled out valleys

I too wear a path

Scragged silver stems

Claw and crawl from the bracken

Wilderness troops

Stuck in the quagmire

Suspended animation

Running to stand still

Drops droop and drips dive

Deeper down into the dirt

Driving days away

I can’t see myself

Except in muddy waters

Distorted and pale

If I drew this sky

It’s churning turning burning

No one would believe

The flames still burn bright

Though the limbs have been stripped bare

So the light is lost

Smeared across the clouds

Falling and running back down

This is how I drown

Weave your web of wants

It creeps and crawls in my head

Until I am spent

Now they farm us out

Debt laden and bond yeilding

On a shrinking lead

Howls, roars and screeches

Rattle through lonely thickets

A long way from home

Battle through brambles

Fight my way through the forest

When I’m lost I’ve won

I wish the wild wind

Would carry me far away

There is no escape

The crows have all flown

A tree doesn’t make a grove

Underneath are stones

Deep in the wild wood

A creature quietly creeps

Raised haunches cackle

Catch the falling sun

As his silver throne topples

Save his dying breath

Low sun swings around

Laying down long loping lines

We grapple and break

Silent kestrel sighs

Flurry in the purple skies

Falling with the sun

My doubts I suspend

In the twilight I transcend

This is not the end

As sun gives us days

Moon gives months and both give years

Where do the weeks go?

Every day I change

But is it growth or decay?

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