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Within Rings
I stand inferior,
within rings of creasote
they feel, my age.
I breathe in a perception
of depravity grounded
into this desert floor.
Long suffering are we
in our self reliance
with our skinny legs
and bare branches.
Shallow roots unlike mine
grip the shifting sands
that build round my ankles
Devil's dance, northward
across the landscape
seeking to rid themselves
of their turbulent ways.
I have danced their ways
before, a tanglement
of such freedom that doesn't
exist it profits nothing good
I stand within rings
of creasote
I feel their age
together we are
Alone
©CM
within rings of creasote
they feel, my age.
I breathe in a perception
of depravity grounded
into this desert floor.
Long suffering are we
in our self reliance
with our skinny legs
and bare branches.
Shallow roots unlike mine
grip the shifting sands
that build round my ankles
Devil's dance, northward
across the landscape
seeking to rid themselves
of their turbulent ways.
I have danced their ways
before, a tanglement
of such freedom that doesn't
exist it profits nothing good
I stand within rings
of creasote
I feel their age
together we are
Alone
©CM
Published 9th Dec 2022
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