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Earth Chants
EARTH CHANTS I dream and stare out my window, windblown leaves, scars and troubles blow like fluff from dandelions, settling inside my shadow....hung upon my memory-wall, reflecting moon dust far from Heaven, out upon this shapeless poem, buried deep within my soul... Songs, the minstrels trusted from before, can only be heard at low tide, as crabs scurry atop their barren bones.... sea shells speak of my future, If I listen quietly, but, there is no sound, only echoes from the earth.... Cloisters of Monks chant to processions of ants as centuries dim, captured in sorrows, even as the tall grasses sway in song, remembering the journey through the endless mist, of the river that never ends... Sightless snakes snap their warnings to heaping piles of gold the minions of mayhem mock in worship, ignoring the chasm greed creates... Soon, the stinging nettle will understand the painless path, and I will boil their roots, and feed them to the venomous snakes, then burn the bridge that leads to torment... I can still hear the chants of the Elders, calmly nurturing the coming season of change, content once more, as stars smile upon our future, and seeds, sown before our time, bear fruit as told by our chosen ones.... Chants forever heard.... chants forever heard
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