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"Father Forgive"
16 x 20" print on canvas
The Anthill Ashes
When life lies down
on the song of a
bird
The resurrection
returns my name
And I break
the brakes of
senses
To taste
the steady pain
My cross is nailed
into me
I pity the
fingers
that scourge my face
The minutes
hurry the hours
The
hours
hurry the days
The loyal faces
approach
And run along
with every summer
Beside the flooded feet
of love
The
hardened lives
are turning numb
Between my feet
against the wind
My words
will cascade
through the strife
But if inside my eyes
you see the
flying geese
The ropes will pause
the next worn
life
The seasoned time
has buried signs
And
swings like a branch
above a lost sandal
I step inside
the ant hill
ashes
Becoming new
and larger ant hill
Akiane | 
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