SandstoneI wear the sky like a shawl around my shoulders It does not keep me warm enough All my bare skin Stretched like peach satin I am smooth and craggy with bones That the wind violently sweeps through Chilling all the caverns in its path I am not a girl I am a canyon And a gale will whistle through and I will echo Peaceful and alive I will not lie in this blue bed and ache A dead thing with a body still bustling on Like nothing I want precious beasts to thrive within my sheltered peaks And sprouts to spring up resilient green in my sunlit bowls
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