Pilot Point

by Joanna

We were like lizards on the rock
Sun bathing
Worshipping the very height of existence
Making the most of the hawks
Encircling us as we lie
A fresh breath has passed through
A movement of life
To unsettle the parts
Sequencing
Aligning with the
Ever strong pull of copper deposits
Struck between force
and evolution
A motion comes to pass
We descend
A quiet, amongst all four

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