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Henry Darger

Flash fiction the story of my life when I lie
in fields of remembrance I cannot imagine
dandelions submitting to the grasses the way I submit
to terrifying preclusion partially due to the scars,
they remain unhealed, needy child scraped at the
falling fall into mother’s arms,
band aids are not for my undertaking, straps
perhaps made of salvation and courage.

Trembling earth gave me birth the rest was up to people
they shaped me shoved me shocked me
loved me until I could no longer make sense of what
was written in the holy scriptures,
confusion of the greatest kind to laugh or to cry,
the rage that boils inside the kettle is broken one
must unplug before it bursts,
the pipes within the burst leading to disease and discomfort
I am the holy grail the third eye which sees underneath
unspoken truths because my blood has thickened,
because my veins have communed with ancient kings,
the pyramids long for my homecoming.

What is this ancient me, flash fiction and poetry
stories of my life multiplied by the population of the earth,
the underbelly of the earth
there is more to say than fits within a lifetime of words,
even songs will not suffice, nor paint, nor creative works
they are but small rations of the willow tree that
absorbs millennial knowledge,

of the earth that lies within.

Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide.I have an M.A. in Environmental Sociology.

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