curious. the body/ filters: nocturnal sounds.
Tag: poem
woken by the silence raw
a short soak in the well of darkness
noon shadows loiter never still never known
the prayer repeats itself summer shore
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.
