Terra Firma

May 16, 2014 § 3 Comments

Hold the earth reverent
in the palm of your hand,
for without its surface
legs could not stand

Bury its darkness
and inevitable plight,
for its surface only gives
without any respite

Such is our great vale
a giver of accord,
of which we never truly realize
til the last of it is poured

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