Hairshirt proto-human
folded pelts, pillow born. Sleep
transcended that evening’s fear
of thorns, a jumped boulder
opening down into a void, where
yesterday, ashen pink
spilled warmth. White
splintered and stone
dripped. Between handprints
a span of dimensions, length
of leg, kangaroo tail, sky.
Pre-language,
morning’s indentation indicated
zero like a scream. Fingers
interlocked meant reunion, and hope
of that, just desperate lines
scratched on
cave wall.
(Daily Spam 11.4.11)
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