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Winter seeps thru
cracks in the day,
darkness descends
& like the animals
we are, our bodies
draw inward in
an ancient urge
towards hibernation,
some genetic recall
of survival in ice ages
past that rises wordless
through the bones
& travels blood-borne
till our minds shiver from
the ghosts of slow deaths
on mountain ledges,
frozen in snow drifts,
or antler gored.
Tumbling in pain
on dry autumn leaves,
darkness grabs the day
like a clawed thing
the old limbic brain
barely remembers.
All Hallowes Eve was first published on Zen's Yahoo Group at Zen Poetry.
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