Friday, January 25, 2019

Glyph of Myself

my prayers soon wick 
into still damp night air
incensed with fear, fervor

they will stick--resting 
here, wrestling over there, 
hope blossoming into prayer

so quick as my once human 
landscape--conjured from time
and conquered through age--fades

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