These
feet one by one sing
those
verdant ridges clay
and
peaking mirages
washed
onto their shores
melodic
antediluvian locals had
revived
and sheltered the stranger
curious
of course of sailors
and
of pilgrims
unwittingly off course
spat
out onto their coast
from
a black night and a darkly sea
a stranger stranded in a strange land
resurrected and facing the sun
believing
the promise
the present lay just beyond
Clochisian
antiquity eminent
and worldly
to the quest
escort
their nomad eastward
over
a ridge endlessly recurring
now with snow ahead
the
only views behind
dense forested wildness
caves
streams and trees gave
shelter
from the storm
summer
at last ice
melting
onto cool grass
would
not be the last
peep
ahead straight ahead
plateaued
eye-shot
peopled
with dissimilar arrows
declivitous passage rewarded
to
conjure those special spells
necessary
to ring unknown friends
congenial
secluded
and welcome
it's
not a miracle but Eden's
road
along the way...
image: Green (detail) synthetic polymer and enamel paint in stretched canvas jskewes
Damn. Jeffree, there's so much going on here! I love it.
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