tell’m the stories
of the arid open plains and cut ridges of the knife edge
of the tops and bottoms torn between solum soul
and the beating burning trees lost behind you
tell’m the stories
of thick airy space and the blazes that bend through wind and wilds
of the fearsom twitch—gut held to the ground by thunder
tell’m the stories
of gone and given
risking in all forms
filled to the brim
following the firey insides of the woods
torched in beauty
screaming praises
