of my soul, breached
the farthest reaches of my heart and
mind to
reveal
untouched desert, depleted
farmland and
traversable mountains.
It has overturned forgotten
soil
and every overlooked rock of my history and
consciousness.
I have become the reverse
tragedy of modernism--
pulled
from the fury and hurry
of "progress" and
placed
back in time
to simpler years without hours...
only moments
in the sun-marked days.
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