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Black Atlas

written by: James Gabriel

@James_Gabriel1

 

obsidian paper etched
with lines of brass
lead me to
the underworld

sword and shield
laid down
I board the raft
oar in hand

past the blackbirds
the dead leaves
lay upon on a still
river dry and floating

branches on both
sides of the
shore give no
quarter or caesura

flies fill my
mouth choking me
as the cloud
rides a warm wind

the black atlas
has many pages
in dead languages
leading all that decipher

its design to
the same place
light vanishes
and sound sinks

to the murky deep

James Gabriel

James Gabriel

Born and raised in Los Angeles, California. James Gabriel is new to poetry. Inspired by the small moments in life that add up to who we are as people.
James Gabriel

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