The Swamp of All Things Gone


Where things go to hide

A ball of roots

A piece of salt

A fish can swim

Before time

There was something else

A field of mud

A long dark space

A place that grows

After time

Nothing quite like rest

A family

A meeting ground

A state within


Not the end, not quite

A longer view

A need to help

A way done wrong

Good advice

From a whispered voice

A stone awake

A marsh in tears

A hand to hold

Active face

The body decays

A bone is rock

A lady moves

A new thing born

Seasons pass

One hand seen that takes

A place of rest

A doorway moves

A hand that gives

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