The Whispering of Kings

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SWAMP LURE A swamp water stillness echoes the drums Of an ancient Tribal way And abounds through the breast of Billy’s Isle And brings a breath of yesterday A breath that cools these fakir feet as they stood on trembling land and lures me into this wilderness and roots me where I stand The stillness bears a primeval air that floats on ageless wings and atunes the mind to the awareness of the Swamp’s un-awakened things. and I breathe a breath un-breathed before that chills my urge to roam, for here amoung the untamed hearts… my heart has found a home.

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