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Dormant, I wake by the stream. Past is the future of dreams. I have been here before Within this arctic wilderness, my core, Silent as stone, Lost and alone, By myself Once again. Here now Before me, these tears I had shed upon last lying here Let crystals describe Who I was back in time, Shattered and broken; Words left unspoken As I see Once again. Snow on the bank, Ice on a lake, Frost in the trees, Words in the breeze. Over me, Cast through a tree, A crooked cross crucifies me. Above me, the sky Filters all of the light, Cracked and condensed, A canopy bent O'er this world Once again. Gray of the sky, Black of the night, Whispers of trees: Truth told to me. Here now I see what I was, The shadow the truth of this cost. Let rain effervesce In this true wilderness, Fractured and bent, This petrichor scent Is my soul Once again. Dormant, I sleep by the stream. Future is past of a dream. I will be, here again, Washed away in the rain, Silent as stone, Alive and alone, By myself Once again.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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