Kimmensity

Madness Is Knowing The Shape Of The Inside, Without A Key.

Angkor

July 18, 2007

I have been here before.
You can not say otherwise
when my body resonates
with the heartbeat of this place;
and my soul sinks, porous,
into the uplifted stone.
Tears of fiercest joy
course down and splash upon the rock.
A thousand years-
too long to stray away from home.

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