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(re)incarnation
my previous bones are in this grave
windowed pasts, ancestors foretold,
a mason's chisel the memory prod,
stone-washed, centuries old;
my previous bones are in this space
between ancient and new, soil and tree,
before the birth of imagination,
duly buried, forever free;
my previous bones are visitors' dreams
of disconnect and puzzled speech,
a tethered witness grasps my arm
to guide me from this desert beach;
my previous bones are in this grave
of knowledge, wisdom, pleasure, rage.
Poem © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
Photo © 2013 Rick Burnett Baker
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