John (reality_applied) wrote in watauga_college,
John
reality_applied
watauga_college

my fondest memory of boone

Casting Chants in the Viaduct

howl in tunnels
stretching mountains

like bottoms of curtains
silky cold with rushing blood,

voices keep
the beat, darkness

wrapped in blankets of tongue,
harmony breathes

deep and guttural like diamonds
smoothing granite;

time fades
with self.
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