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THE CARRIAGE


The carriage pulls up
Before the noise
It stirs the dust
Over bare feet
Moves the forest to shimmer
The light's tallness
Lording over
Holding its gaze to the brush

Leave it be
Says the weaver of need
Will you be true as fate bleeds
Will you unwind the clocks
Dismantle their ticktock's
Strike the drum,
Pray the sun
Return to me
The loving sea

I return my waves to you
I return the water
Says the sea
I set it free

Rolling in false promises
The scepter shines like ivory
The fire's risen
Not before the water
Or before Me

We will douse its flames
Fire for fire
Says the sea and Me
We'll set it free

The carriage pulls up
Before the noise
It stirs the dust
Over bare feet


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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