the levees broke my heart's walls
revealing gnarled re-bar
veins pulsing up to the sky --
they are now rusty, sharp nails
which drag the clouds above, tearing
rifts of black soot and brown grime.
a lone life on its own bright island,
one finds lime green sprouting on a tree;
thereupon lies the moss of decaying ages.
each branches tumble into my rising Desire
finding release from splintered seasons of the past.
the winter is come for my heart once again,
yet the flood waters remain a frozen lake
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