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Daily Poem # 4 – Fire and Seed
Empty smell
I sit among it
Wholesome well
Leaves are scattered lit
By sun holy sun wholly shining through a million cracks
There was once a water wheel
In this place by the rusted tracks
Fire and seed
They carried forth what survived of generations
Supplied each need
To those who through wit and luck kept their station
But here
In wholesome depths
Tears draw near
Fire rivers fanned by the empty smell
Sing songs of those who never had a chance to tell
Why do I sit here with the power to spell
When I disappear
Will I meet the million voices
Who dwell here
Amongst fates fickle choices
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