Old Worlds (old words for Jane)

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OLD WORLDS 
(with old words for Jane, my other Wordsmith)

Amidst forests I carry you covered,

whilst I marry you to old lovers

Buried deep in silt from guilt you wilt
yearning for suns done burning
Chunks of sensory patterns flung

through pillaged villages past
last one moment in time

Creatures sing chirping sounds

Ancient Beings laugh

Hoarsey breaths cast choked rocks

My cloak - beastly locks

Onward, I trod

Upon me, He saith,

Compete with gods?

You will be rent asunder!

I wonder,

who are you?
Tusks of time past?

Exhaling musk, I rust

turn to dirt

birth earth

marrying old lovers
whence I carried you covered

Mama