Neptune Line

A line drawn through ruins like
Connect the dots creates
Unknown sigils for meditation
Amidst sienna mountains and
The vibrating trees of an arid
Country that has never called my
Name but keeps bringing me home
Singing for my attention on
A deeper level like
A language without words
A thought that burrows into my ear
And blossoms unceremoniously

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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