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Headed South
I migrated south in the back of a van
with Abbey and Kerouac in both of my hands
A list of desires and goals I had planned
Looking for crystals when I was the sand
I break and I bend with ever slot canyon
As I study a meandering stream
The glacial flow is all that I know
When I should have been studying me
I clambered a mesa listening to sandstone
Quoting its granular scale
I thought pursuits would bring me satisfaction
when I was left barren and stale
I dream of the Sal’s and hydrothermal veins
finding pieces of my rigid self in the eroded pains
wanting to flow like a alluvial flame
knowing vulnerability was what made me brave
I break and I bend with ever slot canyon
As I study a meandering stream
The glacial flow is all that I know
When I should have been studying me
After my trip I flowed like the river
the one that bathed me and made me shiver
Shaking like aspen, as they dance and quiver
no longer a halite, I was no longer bitter
The history of the river and my body combined
Interlaced with each other our aching in line
Feeling like this story was finally mine
A beautiful delta forming with time
deposit,
wash out,
deposit..
Accepting my life as a sedimentary line
-Lauren