Mine Na Poems

Snowflake Obsidian

Overwhelmed with the prints
Of yesterday’s ideas
Light as a feather, soon to be, no more
Your heavy anchor sunk my vision
And yet, that ship came in
As the oval window has closed in my ear
And the whirlwind has left my lungs
For swirling lovers of the skies,
In the wind, dance to a uniquely pattern,
And eventually fall, to rest on the earth
To melt and seep, into its glowing core
And spring back up, from a geyser
As I drip upon your obsidian floor


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