Each darkness makes a heart


of promises broken, kept.

Makes a mind release thoughts

lost in secret dreams

hoping they come true.

Each darkness intently listening

for an owl, a loon

heard years ago.

Makes a mind remember

tears, ecstasy

births, deaths.

Each darkness awakens



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  1. December 9, 2018 at 7:14 pm


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burn baby burn

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