finally some sense of urgency clouds rush overhead
Tag: literature
even in sleep i keep the soft parts of you close
squirrel runs along solstice fence dividing autumn and winter
running away in opposite directions waterhen and a silly human
ash grey clouds the cold alive and well
the grey holds the morning light captive
centered and spiraling into the abyss
burning fields the subconscious feeds fire to the vision
deep lunar craters in the flesh where the tigress has bitten
lightning in flesh at the mercy of small gods
