After the earth
has shed its skin,
I will roam its raw rebirth.
Step over steppe,
touch over tundra,
trace channels,
walk along waters.
I will find no death,
no war,
no silent killers of souls -
the secrets
every culture, every country holds.
a gaggle of good things
After the earth
has shed its skin,
I will roam its raw rebirth.
Step over steppe,
touch over tundra,
trace channels,
walk along waters.
I will find no death,
no war,
no silent killers of souls -
the secrets
every culture, every country holds.
(✎E)