I picture
a flattened drake
made of beaded gem
yet nothing so spectacular
what it must be like
tongue heavy tipped black
inking out of your cleft
my mind finds strength
to take the world
a strange, an armored
focus joins
our eyes
in heat and vibration
and suddenly I can strum
the tethers that
bind us all to earth
in nothing else
and I suddenly I can feel
what it's like to
be, to be,
content to sit
to exist without
complication,
with magick
for hours
that humans have
forgotten, with love
that feels like
unmoving
roots plunged deep in
soil down to the old bones
and hidden aquifers
content to wait
and strange:
time has lost
all its poignancy
days
eons pass in seconds
and seconds pass
with deep regard
for prey to fall
I drink deep of the
universe--
how I stare
into your grasp
bold and proud
and wholly alive
into the gods' void
About the Creator
Felecia Burgett
Novice writer, amateur novelist, poet, article writer, dabble, and animal lover.
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