My heartbeat drums the ground in steady rhythm
be still
be still
be still
my thoughts fly like hundreds of puzzle clouds
slowly drifting together on the night sky.
The expanse begs to swallow me but the
cold unevenness of the ground remind me
I belong here
the rough stubbled stalks of corn harvest tell my fingers
I am alive
The night air is crisp on my face
promising winter soon
The silent stars laugh at my fearful heart
because they have seen
and know that after snow comes sunshine.
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