JAE ROSE

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My Country 

I cross the fields of my dark and stubborn country. Roaming the emptiness and darkness within – and without. I like to walk. To move. It feels like a dream. Monochrome and definite. Far better than the squealing lights of day. And reality. There are no horses or sheep. It is too dark to graze the fields. Perhaps in time I will reach the stone cottage that promises an ending. But for now I am happy in the mists of in-between. It feels liberating not to have a beginning and an end. There is no music in my head. Just poetry and motion. Like an owl I will scatter my dreams and ambitions amidst the clouds. Adding meat to the bones of emptiness. My feast and famine. My journey. A place where very step must count.