Llano Estacado
a landscape traced on
the surface of my heart
is pockmarked throughout
by spikes since ripped away
pitons of idols that
once held me enslaved
identified,
vanquished,
battled meridian-ly
pushing back the beast
but thankfully
there are some stakes
that stay and don’t
make strongholds
their named for you
and hold me fast
to where I need to be
ascertained,
distinguished,
rallied quotidian-ly
at the very least
Poetry Scales 148
the surface of my heart
is pockmarked throughout
by spikes since ripped away
pitons of idols that
once held me enslaved
identified,
vanquished,
battled meridian-ly
pushing back the beast
but thankfully
there are some stakes
that stay and don’t
make strongholds
their named for you
and hold me fast
to where I need to be
ascertained,
distinguished,
rallied quotidian-ly
at the very least
Poetry Scales 148
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