…
…
Stand in the light
open wide –
purely pulsing
…
…
Neighbourhood newts
know the road.
No! The road!
A good day to die.
***
Those newts
they knew
engines rumble.
***
And yet they stop
and wait…
in perfect stillness
kamikaze.
…
Bleeding from within
nothing can be done to save –
death’s tide has waxed full.
…
Moontide…
cravings that lust
dreams of flesh
rising like poison.
…
A pregnant shadow
passes across a full moon
our mother rolls by.
Two pathways
moving in tandem create a road
for others to follow onward
or…
to lead them back –
home links us
together as a River.
Lean forward on the brink…
aniticipation’s edge
scraping sounds –
the seed of a spark drawn toward ignite.
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