Heron's SongA Poem by Alfred Kukitz thinking of beginnings Heron's Song Smashed by survival's impulse Sounds, pound, pound, pound my consciousness akin to the primal drums of early dawn Spaces migrate before time's breath began its initial inhale where is space-time when all I hear is the heron's song?
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Alfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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