bury
your wants to
the hilt. i will plant
four of my
ribs in the ground and
grow from them a new
stronghold. this sky will
swallow me
whole, un-lassoed and
re-moored. no one could have
told me my own ties
were strongest.
(to you i
Dedicate this
tithe; the first and
only.)
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