Standing in your center of gravity
Brushing aside
wide, wistful, worrisome, wet
leaves of the forest
Life cuts into the
nightmarish amethyst of
the night,
stumbling into holes
falling, screeching
into the nanosecond of that space
Dappled waters ripple
Floating transparently
A melodious silence;
The gentle pull of breath
This is an old crumpled piece of paper I found in my room from a long time ago ~ Enjoy
