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Ignis
how soft the clouds
that touch my feet
as I search for Ignis
Ignis
in the rotting leaves
how cold the soil
against the walls of my lungs
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
and the Sun
how tight the girdle
around my waist
of roots and earthworm ribbons
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
displaced
how heavy the dirt
that clings and crushes
skeletal ribs, fingers
clawing clumps and crusts
as I dig for Ignis
Ignis
in the rust
how fine the bone meal
that dissolves in droplets
of sweat in aquifer
as I seep to Ignis
Ignis
and breathing
21.07.2012
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