Tag: poem

somewhere in the zen garden heavy breathing

find myself in a room with enough light to pray

fresh wave of dark clouds deconstructing omens

grey mist this too feels like a familiar dream

fresh earth we emerge from concrete caves

day seven the virus crawls out from under ashes

day four discard this battered shell into fires

day one the virus has already won

here before a thousand times over this moment

cloud worm retreats with gaping maw