NOTHING GROWS IN THE DARK
words , from 10.22.24 | daily scratch (148)
NOTHING GROWS IN THE DARK
(148)
by mike barth
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NOTHING GROWS IN THE DARK (148)
in my mind are all the tides
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skin that weeps like prometheus -Â
hiccups , gulps for air
thirst for the sun -Â
a pale owl glide , eagle - born master of the sky
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he saw two little ones ,
sitting side by sideÂ
in the garden the elders tend to
gather the lilies ,Â
the farmakeia
for GODS RED NECTAR
( and turn around !Â
HE wishes to see you now !Â
look how big youve grown ! )
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a long awaited welcome
a new ally in the upper rooms
he placed his fingertips to my skull
beloved child of the house -Â
and now i am no longer alone -Â
i am home , i am here
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(daily scratch , from 10 22 24)
thank you kindly for reading ,
- mike
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