8/8/18
Remember the wolves came And took the fear away No longer afraid Of what lurks in the forest of me Just beyond the clearing And what is seen No howl No snarl No chase The darkness came And it was clear The sun had set on this page This day No thing left in this field But the footprint of leaving The wolves gathered The pack surrounded Their eyes Milky and electric with light Spoke silently One so close I knew it to be ancestor Wrote their truth On my cheek like paper Their breath like ink It is time to move Join us Be wild in this honesty Roam Where the harvest is bountiful You are protected You are guided.
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AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
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