Under bright round moon
Rivers of words flow again:
Never surrender
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Under bright round moon
Rivers of words flow again:
Never surrender
Feet for the solid planet beneath me
Hands for the companion life on its surface
Keeping my mouth free
For howling under the moon that lights my way
Over dew and leaves
Calling my pack to my side
…
Often
I look back at old writing
Of days, weeks, or months ago
And can only cringe
In embarrassment or shame
But then, sometimes
I can look back at those same verses
Days, weeks, or months past
And see them differently
…
Some days it’s a bridge
Some days it’s a rainbow
Whatever it is today…
“Write!” I plead with myself
“Write!”
Write, and take in all that is seeping from these cracked masks
and loosely clawed fingers attached to…
…While I have not lived your life
I have lived mine
And mine has lead me to exactly who I am today…
Evening light dimming
Between two times and places
Existing and not
So much love to give
Like the infinite skies holding all possibilities…
Nothing lasts forever
Neither episodes nor greetings
One day, none left
No more
I race to catch them
but I turn around the thick green corner
brushing against it with a rustle
and I can’t see their outline ahead anymore
all I see is green and shadow
down the leafy corridor
…