A rolling stone gathers no moss; A rolling rock gathers no...

25 March 2010

two creepy stanzas, dedicated to heather (the plant)

my eyes cannibalize the sound
from the creatures coming
growing out, becoming dense
as boughs full of holly.

my eyes cannibalize the sound
from the creatures coming
I see the ground, the footsteps too
we hear the spirits humming.

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