awake to ear ringing
& litmus tests papering
our present lavender
faint, the voice calling
so i resthead on the ley
hoping for to clarion that
lost in babble on & on
a need to root in & stone
branching out & to oak
careless as a whisper
on the wind
i wait for them in
forgotten corridors
waiting to begin
waiting to begin
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