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Graveyard Grace

6 months ago

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I call on the north winds
asking for gentle nudges
hoping for divine inspiration
or some soft incantation

I call on the south sun
pleading for firm pushes
wishing for celestial intervention
or at least minimal incubation

I call on the east waters
crying for hard shoves
longing for desperate invocation
or a shred of assisted ideation

I call on the west soil terrain
begging for forced slams
imploring for justified indignation
or a scent of harsh promised insurrection

I call; asking and hoping
I call; pleading and wishing
I call; crying and longing
I call; begging and imploring

but the winds
the sun
the waters
the soil terrain
are deaf to my noise

© Graveyard Grace

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