Walking the dream

on legs without stars


a release drives within

like seasons changing

from equatorial spinning


pushing us against

celestial misgivings

of unanswered prayers



whispers and voices

strain through burlap

separating the living

from storytellers


as miracles wait

to be called out

from hiding.



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