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The Gift

 
There is too much energy
in my bones tonight for sleeping.
 
Gazing out my window at the shadows
where a full moon in Pisces ought to shine.
 
Mind races like the currents of  
the Grand River that I sat by.  
 
Crystals that were gifted there
call a Siren song to my heart.
 
The tides are churning, seafoam oozing
like pus from the pores of perceivable time.
 
Minerals collect at my feet.
 
How long have I been standing here
with this wistful stare?
Written by nightbirdblue
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Author's Note
Written in response to a collection of mystical stones found by the Grand River in Lansing MI, as if by fate, the day of the full moon in Pisces last month. Photo is as I found them, staked to the ground with the note.
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