traces of
gold&mud
cracks that span
a foreign land
If only you would traverse
down
down
down
into the
murky depths
where the echoes reside
You would find
the extraordinary and the ordinary
dwelling side-by-side.
You would find
the line dividing good and evil -- what
will you do?
Will you destroy a piece of your heart,
strive towards cultivating the good?
Will you turn a blind eye, and ignore
the muck and the mire?
There is a clarion call that
finds me in the abyss -
a call to come and die.
A call to come as I am,
open palms etched with psalms
heart wide open,
gold&mud.
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