Worded History

And these are the
History of my recovery

My reclamation of all
Long buried and lost -

I am trumpeting the
Last post the last

Stand - I can do
No more now than

I have done, come
Far and long bearing

Great burdens.  This is the
Place, the ground,

Where I lay them down
And stare at the

Sun to come, a pale blue
Sky in the dawn, my words borne

Silently and proudly
By the wind as he

Snatches me and
Journeys on.
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