Someone
drum
me down!
The
earth is too quiet from here
and
sometimes silence
is
as high as death.
These
bones are hollow
and
born to fly
till
drumed down
to a
taloned
grip.
Then
sturdy
wings
hold,
guide, and lift
the
pain and screams
of
terrified dreams ingested
to a
fine awakening.
A
pulse timed now
to
rhapsody unleashed
opening
wide the steelhead's eye
to
the sun and clouds
and
the joy of air.
Yet
still to swim
in a
current of prayer
jumping upstream
to a
clearer river of light
and
a finer glimpse of silence
beyond
the lone piercing whistle
of
an eagle's hollow bone.
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