the prayer repeats itself summer shore
Tag: freedom
an offering to scorched winds
lunar grind waves against summer winds
dawn moon slowly fades into heavens
tilt the horizon> dusk/ a query in the air
perhaps a revision of pronouns/ brethren.
children chatter drowns the voices of gods
after dawn the full moon a fool’s protest
nothing but us and the high moon anomaly
thaw the ashen soul left behind from winter