A Man's Cave Is His Castle

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Contributor: Perry Gardbakken

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where even the silence echoes
where the black marks of high fires
scorch the painted stone
the prints of magic hands
pressed in paint for all to see

and I love it here
and I wish I felt as free
in every moment
as I do in the confines
of this stony hole.

and no one to find me if I fall
but I want it that way
I want my bones to lay in this cave
until even I
become one
with the Earth.

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Perry saw twenty winters before he left the mountains. He writes in nature, sometimes while sitting in trees.


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