The Miracle 9:
The Miracle
Of blood and bone
Hastens me quick
To moss and stone
Overtly
Overtoned
With
Heart in hand
I stand
I stand
Holy
In the mists
Prophesied
In
Hit & missed
Webs
And skies
Weeping
For our eyes
Bark
Cover my soul
And the never
Knows it’s toll
Small ones
Smart ones
Stay thee well hidden
The clouds
Abound
Will sink
Us all
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