Soulstice

James Long
Jan 5
1 min read

Who was it taught me

that truth was in the roots?

Ever and on alight

like clockwork

Sure that this time I'll find myself

neath the ashes, in my bones

A rite of my own hands crafting

perhaps

The religion of you with all its surety

In life after death

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