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Equal Ground
(Wrote this one sometime last year or so.)
Equal Ground
I've seen strange omens, obscured shapes stark and harsh;
Shadows, out of reach, slinking edges of the marsh.
Oddly homey, low, wet lands that offer little purchase,
With withered trees and skittering things littering every surface.
Here's both a sense of longing, and belonging.
Though, I, with some surprise, trust my senses not to wrong me.
Steeled with words of wiser ones, unwavering in character,
I sink into untended soil, stand on shifting earth,
Writhe and wade, swaying on my wayward legs between directions,
Leaving signs that I have been, little more than impressions.
I heave, and leave my ripples in even time and measure,
Follow them to shores they lick in a bit of gentle gesture.
I climb and clamor, cutting mountains down to manageable height,
Raising hills to match horizons, opening my line of sight.
With each and every stumbling step, I bend, and brace for landing;
But any ground is equal ground, as long as I am standing.
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