Karen Bain kills it! I love your style, Karen!
i am holding the blue black
of loss. its river of tar & fossil flows
through me. flooding all senses. submerging
my footsteps i walk through myself.
darkening isolation’s hollow
tree. the wolf call
despair, minds wilderness entangled forest.
I miss who i used to be. sifting
through the ashes
i will remember, if i find substance
in the ground, buried deep as fossil fuel. i seek
connection, an end to suffering.
i am looking for my way out,
through the pin prick light ahead
of stars already dead. I reach outwith.
let them live within me. i long to find
the measure of my release
merging into the night forever. one
with the stillness of the
blood moon. darkness reflecting cold steel,
on the river that all roots lead or bend to twist to.
our journey home.
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