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I’ve heard it said
and felt it here –
beneath the place
where blood is tamed
red as crimson
– words are raised
to fill a different rhyme

I’ve known
without discussion
of somewhere else
I am –
an evening breeze
to move the trees –
a shimmer
through the pines

I’ve come this way
ten thousand walks –
lives before
this one alone
to stand beneath
a night of ancient stars

whispered names
I breathe again
while wishing –
once I knew

another day
is baked to clay
beneath these shoes
brand new

. . .