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Pillars of My Landscape


Pillars of my landscape.
Urge and nudge me back
slowly to pain.

Now bursting burnished bronze,
ringed with ravaged red,
slow torment as
now insinuating
now thrusting
mute memory sharpened.

Supine wonders
curled in grotesque twisted glory,
Pillars of my landscape;
warped willows droop
drenched in brackish backwaters,
pencil sharp
leaden weight,
Pillars of my landscape
there is no escape.