fleeting
as specter
in mirror
shadow-jumps
from heart to mind
to gut
& back
over
insidious—
reiterates
that which is excised
& hollow long
nameless
by design
in universal tenor
wayfarer wind-song
mills on
& on:
this is where you
belong ...
Sundowning
-
My brain slows to a crawl by noon most daysso I rise early to cram in any
hard thinkingrequired by my calling. After thatI slide downward toward
manual eff...
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4 comments:
If it came on the wind, I would welcome the lift to my kite, wrap the tail around such a phrase and ride gently on the back of it. But it is not said, and I am not sure. I wonder still, especially now, where I belong.
ah Annie ... me too, mostly ... but i thought i heard something yesterday, figuratively speaking, and have been mulling it over ever since ... i can't reconcile what it really means in terms of actions ... but certainly a tug ...
"hearing" anything at all is good Noxy. I have my ear to the ground.
hearing any hooves Annie? let me know if you do ... ha!!
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