Heron's SongA Poem by Alfred Kukitzthinking of beginningsHeron's Song Smashed by survival's impulse Sounds, pound, pound, pound my consciousness akin to the primal drums of early dawn Spaces migrate before time's breath began its initial inhale where is space-time when all I hear is the heron's song?
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Added on September 25, 2018 Last Updated on September 25, 2018 AuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more.. |

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