Pebbles of My Spine

Tue, 06/14/2016 - 00:51 -- ARem

I asked the Beings

hopping up the pebbles

of my spine

if their pattering

feet left watery

prints on bone


-if such shadowed

splashes were forever-


or if most


on eroding stone


-a thousand Sprites



how many

reach the summit

and bless

the river’s Source?

with tired tears and silvery


Please Sirs - a glance

in forehead’s window?


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