Apple Leavings

Mud from the vein’s tempests came,
as dim wrapped time slid in the calm
shadows of a Mother’s holding frame.
My core found black leaves in fountains,
long diseased, each wish a miracle drained,
as senexes licked their lips and clutched
their gold-leafed coal -Never a fire to feed
nor a house nor a home, just the palms
and torrid seasons, as cold black detritus
bloomed to onix energy, like leaves fallen,
never to be daubed to tree’s descended branch.

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