There’s a yearn in my soul


for the depth of history… of long-Story… of faded glory

i’m tired of the new… the flashy… the clean.

the slow-pace… the simple space… the grounding place

is what i want… what i need… don’t get me wrong

i’m all for the Thin place… naked and safe… dangerous grace

but i want a guarded keep… where the cloistered speak… and old women weep

where roots grow… where change is slow… and the Other known

a place the world forgot… the cold stone that once was hot…

whence mysteries speak and losers peek and long broken hearts open

with a creeeeeeeeeek.


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