A sudden inhale of untended earth,
Bolt of electricity to the clay in my chest.
I breathe what I bottled long ago.
I glimpse the hill I do not crest.
The loner lives, deprived but well.
Silence feeds the timid beast.
Stranded in unending green
Yields forth an ample feast.
A moment known, a moment hidden,
And really, what’s the difference?
Once remembered, forgotten again-
I was born in past and present tense.
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