An afternoon add – on

Slow Moving Pilgrimages

considering the hurt
the changing levels
the barren scape
good fortune seems so
slim
so
forsaken

like its just not
in the stars
and who would plant their stars
in seedless soil?
I wouldn’t
and neither
would he

and now
diversity
will just be a story
where wheat, beasts and the lithic
choose to reminisce
to dine
on the good ol’ days

we are growing down
moving backwards
alongside the many
self assured men
and the morsels they delight in
so
sure

the tides change
turning down
like a child
getting into bed
and drowning in their sleep
in the sea of lazy stones
and slow moving pilgrimages

-D

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