Escaping echoes.

Escaping echoes.

A Poem by rebeccarellis

The ground drives in.

I look to it now,

Placing my steps, printing them

As stakes of balance, wood

On my arms, my tentacled mourning.


It steams in clover's honey;

Pulls me down by wordless traps

Where folded shuffles unmuffle

Their negotiators

Who are tasked

With the hunger of living.


Spilled out, I inhale

The realest of beds:

Its porous womb

A mother

Calmly catching tears.


The sound of hooves

Bleeds lighter

Along the needling path

And I am still

In my horse's wake.


Oh earth, ring me in soil

Or expel me, violently

Like a stone.

© 2012 rebeccarellis


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rebeccarellis
rebeccarellis

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