Conceived this time of a timeless place
I dispense with what I once thought indispensable
making long strides and good time across heavy wood
where the tensed remains of the slaughter
anticipate rebirth, revenge: dormant, latent, and underfoot
I walk on air a step at a time
to scale the canopy, to climb to richer vantage
I observe as I hover, as I sow I pray
to be blessed with bounty
I am spared heartbreak of mythical size
humbly seeking no lesson or lasting sorrows
My joy need be your joy and you shall stoke
a flame if I ask
© Chagall 2014
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