|| Lines from Georgia || by Scott Thomas Outlar

Selah

Behind the Veil of Birth but these bones were born for the moors destined for crystal and silicon visions but these relics sit pretty enshrined on the mantelpiece of dreams femurs wrapped in single threads of black silken hair and in the wildlands of America there were generations garnering wisdom from the earth and I have seen elephants gather around their fallen to weep to dance to mourn to bury the dead clavicles hidden away in a heathen’s cloak and on the trail of tears scars are bled out in the sand beneath a war-torn sun that never dares to sleep but I have seen your brother and my father and all the lovers of ages past who now reside in realms beyond the grasp of those still bound to flesh as are we but even ghosts have living souls and each of them smiles wide for you because it’s your Birthday so it’s only natural to cry before entering the party to blow out the candles in grand fashion rib cage holding white doves freedom tattooed on their wings and novels extracted from the marrow

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