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Mud (day 2713)

When the mud
Boils up to the surface
Wear your good boots
It’s been raining

Longer than
An old man’s caved in nose
Rotten with lies
Cold with goodbyes

There I sat
I had softly closed eyes
Ears awakened
Heart fulfilled

Should ever
Thy heart take after wolf
Let thee rusting
Deconstruct me.

One morning
I shared silence with an
Unending note
Supreme being

If a dream
Were only mine to hold
I’d never share
My deepest lair

A long line
Stretched an open quarry
Leaving silent
Echoes shaking

Here I held
A circular indent
Ellipsing
As a hole

As a hole
Strands of my perfect heart
Slowly take rest
Silently still