evergreen

it is in the thawing evergreen heart
that rests safe/warm in the centre
where all of the spring-fed dreams
bubble as whispers to the surface
through the cracks in my stony self
teaching that my life is not my own
but a burning phosphor flint chip
struck from the bleeding skin of God
and I can’t put it out…
though I tryandtryandtry

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