faint light: the nearness of your breath ignites the shadows that remain
the strain of cold limbs as the earth keeps shape even in mindless destruction
light pooling low. ground softening. branches holding still. a brief crossing.
ignore me: just another passing presence whose form is the word and mist
step outside in the dark before dawn into a world stilled by a mad gods’s silence
unbiased a column of light and yet we self censor our morals and refuse salvation
hour of the wolf waking: a soul deep override of suppressed senses
in the temporary absence of light the quiet expands from subconscious into reality
something just beyond our sight: leaves settle on earth with divine grace
lovingly cradled inside the tree shadow bodies forget the passing of age
