Granite Descent

Headless What it felt like Descending Ravenous Back broke To see behind us Mystics running In mist Steps thundering As the canopy of seas Spill unto seekers Clouds spikes seeping Down through stems Spull mystic mist As hammering fist Down A two-hour slope Of dirt and rock Hoping to not Slip On fogged cobble WetContinue reading “Granite Descent”

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