Song For Sentinels II (or We Are Here)
We Are Here
not boy or girl
or happily married
except for a time
while still here
and we will always be here
even when mortal coils
slinky down milky stairs
letting down ladders from up...
above is key
within a door
below a handle
outside the frame
broken like bells
calling faithful who fled
or warning fire on city and congregation
but do sing for prayers
bow to ONE TRUTH
by whispering thanks
that turns toward praise
our siren from valley to hill
(hint: count the multiverse as singular and plural)
Is Heard For Heed
follow your own inside
even if mistaken
for something outside
when only those we called...
are here to help
my garden that lay barren
with posted gnome and fae
on both corner entrances
a conch as altar
where fences meet
perpendicularly
is my last temple here
and into ground i sink
my limbs lore leaf
breaths to gasp
teeth shatter falling out
becoming blades of grass
elephant ears
aloe vera pores
with whispers that rustle
(hint:lore is being used as a verb)
(disclaimer: this is not written in any common tongue,
ours here is English,
and while most of us are well versed in that,
in these pieces of primitive prose now
we read and write in a lighter shade of language
that is heavy with love for us)
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