Folding shoulders

With idiosyncratic impunity,

to own this longing to belong…

Sacred wood is the heaviest to carry,

But the most worthwhile in terms of time to cost,

down to, smouldering, remaining benefits of glowing embers.

Whose odd, red light trembles like magma flows.

And a voice more clearly reveals that it is a musical instrument

when it speaks in languages foreign,

In a strange tongue

that makes my shoulders suddenly fall forward,

caving in

going downwards

Shallowing into empty water lakes

into the above of

each, respective collarbone.

Where skin becomes


Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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