earthen

remains of subterranean societies
complete with highways, shortcuts, and paths
recorded by their own significant histories
have been pressed into the lines of my hands

I can smell the dirt memories
as they seep and remind me
of meeting Her fingerprints
enriched and soiled onto my skin

I touch the scalp of the earth
grass blades cutting against my fingers
dirt caking underneath my nails
I dig hard and repeat the action

It is here I find my soul within me
captured between storms and pink cottoned dreams
soft ancestral whispers making new memories
as the clouds leave a mess on the milky way

i dig hard
and repeat the action

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