Fossilized

I have not veered outside
A million years or more;
From my fears I’m fossilized,
From my fears left sore.

To see another prophet’s side,
I wonder of life’s stores,
And in that wonder there I find
A comfort in his chores.

Forgetting how my compass broke,
My baseless bread less leaven,
From aspic see his amber glow
And know I just missed heaven.

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