Pause Now, Take Still

Do you see where my fire went

caught cascading down to the ocean floor

where tiny lights lay flickering along cool waves.

 A note breezes suredly past my open ears

to receive the answer to my question.

Pause now, take still.

“The gloomy sink that drains my discarded hair.

My skin laying limp under a growling owl made of many colors

rubs my sore shoulders that no longer share

the burdens of all that has past.”

'The crackle of the Moon, at Night, in the Winter'.2016.
‘The Crackle of the Moon, at Night, in the Winter’.2016.

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