Antique_Razor

The fields crack open the sky
i lay in them insane
hike up the grass
seizing your hair
the green chimes of life
hide our faces
elsewhere
where the owls quicken the song
in roads becoming our limbs
unlike our families who
despise our skin
and their misery
yet in time, beyond tsunami, and 
the river untying ghosts
the dancing of the dust
sings
with an onyx sun
drumming
doused always, in red.

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