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a smaller axis

I’m deep in earth listening

for whispers of a bygone era
Drawing forth missing melodies

lodged in silent stones
Rotating round a smaller axis
Feeling the weight of all that’s grown

Blue light streams from all directions
Midnight stars they plot the scene
Mending holes in broken baskets
That carried seeds of budding dreams

I’m still and silent in this breathing
A magnet for the mineral that is me
Oceans swell, the discordant’s felled
In this – my harmonic reverie.

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