Untitled (a miscellaneous poem)

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The call from the open is dying

into a fading sun even the walk ends

alone alive not kicking up dust

can't remove yours or this vision

making up directions hearing the fall

in temperature risen out of pursuit

and landing at the edge weighing options

please stop this call if you are so wild

the wind settles too after all this and that

picking up please don't gather courage

for the pit addressing your burning

and saving only days marked as spots

you laid down the burdens

in a rush to find peace?  your place

you invented the capture and invited

a rough terrain plain thinking unraveled

you forced the first star to stay

obeying signs if the echo is a man

is God is beyond any language

the gut is where it's from


s.grutz