Extended self-concealment
A preparatory rest
Years interred beneath
Disorienting roots
Tendrils of dissociative distress
My Mount Everest
Surmounted, only to discover
I’m overdressed
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A shell of chiton formed over
Years worth of moments, too
Malignant to allow
Light shed upon them
Pressure constantly compacting
Until the dirt is lifted
In the revealing light of dawn
Husk, cracked and split
My unsheathing
The repudiation of my
Former subterranean existence
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I take my place in
The insectoid symphony
Waking days
Few as they may be
Roving, sipping sap
Serenading for free
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Invoking, in the
Elliptical droning voice
Decibels steadily rising
The anguished song of
My soul taking flight
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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