[sage]

[sage]

A Poem by Extant
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She had soil eyes,
watered down with weeping
and pressed against the sun-
Her skin all sagged
then bubbled up with
decomposition and fell
from flower-pot-bone,
Her teeth like a
latticework all the
vines wound-wound-wound
so she spoke none,
Still her eyes were pressed
to the sun
to search for some
cosmic truth
and I saw it grow there-
a certain knowledge-
blooming like baby-blue
sage
for me to pluck
and consume
~


© 2018 Extant



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Good job. Vivid and thoughtful writing.

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This is a beautiful piece of work here. Always a fresh of breath air to read you. Especially since I'm barely here. Hope all is well.

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