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Irrupt Soul
Lifting above the horizon.
Roots pulling up.
Flowers dirtied,
yet grasped in hand.
Petals falling down;
Footprinting trails beyond.
Heart-warmed, sun-skinned,
and soil-driven.
Back through care self grown,
Forward unto wonder’s harvest.
Together’s center.
Bound to forever,
Entangled in now,
Becoming yourself again.
Penumbral Flicker
To have faith in better,
for the changing corner you seek around tonight's.
Into realizing the way Always opens up,
no matter how closed off,
no matter how heavily
you clothe yourself in Never.
Unto a drive instilling patience for a brighter light,
bestowing trust in a warmer morning,
enforcing life as unquestionably forgiving.
For behind the thinnest slivers,
indefinitely adumbrating penumbra flicker,
instants bygone leaving motion so woven,
so winding, binding;
Deep: forever's sky.
Tethering Trust
We may be the only animals
that have a power to suffer from within.
We have a power,
to turn predatory the imaginal,
and therefore suffer preyhood becoming.
Entrapped we often find ourselves,
and no matter how gone freedom feels,
footpaths past writhe alive.
But by the very same slope,
we have a power to fall high,
from the sky into the depths of the stars
Between those feelings,
constellated by a power
to feel how in us they concresce,
our grip grows tighter.
We grab to turn around,
a power to deprive from without,
an exacting vision of where now
all must flow.
A power to look away from seeing,
to absorb from it instead, thought colored feeling.
A forsaken prey’s flushed red descent,
down a predator’s first asphyxiated now infatuated above,
pale fleshed and frozen,
veined with blue.
Trust does not tether, for it must be tethered.
Constellate Duration
Beginning low and short.
Two points stare,
Down the line;
And through the plane.
Growing unison as progress,
Endured.
Developing upward,
Continuing a fuller extension.
Unraveling choice like fog,
wafting with fingers felt.
Feeling tendrils draw tighter.
Pulling time through holes in space.
Teaching balance,
to threads of light.
Unity Lure
Crash.
Two paths cross.
Another for one moment,
Between nows;
No longer then,
Nor when.
Colored anew.
Silence as awe
In the face of regeneration.
To will rebirth:
Be lured into unity.