stedding

too many storm clouds at my feet

too much thunder- lightning and turmoil

swept by the wind

i need the earth

through cold dirt and rock- roots will go down

to find my grandfather’s sound

i’ll grow a sturdy trunk- with branches to hold the light

tired of taking flight- tired of kissing the wind

ephemeral erudition

food without taste

love without fear

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