Statues Cry Slow
im turning over the stone
looking to find a way in
catch a glimpse of my shadow
always a bit of light
i fly close to the candle
wishing to stay young forever
tear drops form like clouds
my eyes begin to tickle
a sudden change in the weather
my hair will start its lifting
my sight is but a well
a tap of earth to nurture
holes that bring us comforts
places to grow our futures
i wash away with words
my hands always dirty
the lust pain and struggle
a pallet to taste the blessings
shapes move in the background
i notice a lovely sunrise
my focus linear and almost infinite
ive seem to have lost some time
the warmth planets can glide on
a thousand years of pressure
rushing away im weightless
feet planted in the soil
i move to hide my face
my thoughts are suspended
my awe is brought with silence
i breathe relief and dew drops
my skin is wet and salty
i shake the blanket calmly
heat will fade away
lightness almost unbearable
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