Poem: “Chart”

 

They call you snow
not to say tempest
with the deceit flaring up vertebrae
welded in Earth
to distance the step
from the unreal magma
the skittle in your brain
struck before erecting
don’t You see snow is a chart
as silent as a finish line
I climb the missing numbers
I can see a sweep of future
to chain to my lungs

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