Samuel James Moore

I walked to the brook one day.
The trail was dry and dusty.
I ran my fingers over the tall grass as I walked past the grumpy oak.
Down the bank I slid and my bare toes submerged in the cool water.
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Once I had a body
which I used to feed.
But now the ants have taken me,
and fed me to their queen.
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When the sun,
which we knew to be young, sets,
casting before us a tall, questioning shadow;
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I climbed a mountain when I was a kid
but half way up I wanted to quit.

My father told me, “No son, no,
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So draw me once more,
into your eyes.

Those abyssal wells
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Into this darkness I plunge,
Into this dark water I glide,
My soul is hidden, for it I search,
Among the bones.
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From this deep unbroken chest pours heavy heaping breaths of heaving.
Sitting in the dark lit room he hears a voice of sorrow’s doom.
A glitter, glimmer fades just quick and something new.
A message forms on the lips and slowly whispers out.
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