Sounds titrate.
Dark night beckons
mind-worms
as owls call.
She stands, holding
the vertical cot rails,
breathing stuttering
with terror…
Insanity stirs inside
this cell….
No one comes.
Sounds titrate.
Dark night beckons
mind-worms
as owls call.
She stands, holding
the vertical cot rails,
breathing stuttering
with terror…
Insanity stirs inside
this cell….
No one comes.
Look Up
Sometimes it’s like being alone,
feeling the mixed nature of that blessing.
Your attention is in staying balanced enough
to make it through and then,
the calm of nature becomes stirred up and fired
by elemental forces….
Do you not know that when you look to the pitted ground
to preserve your footing, you may not see
through the blow of your wild and windswept hair,
others, coming towards you on the same path?
To look into each other’s soul-filled eyes,
we must first look up and breathe
…… in order to see.