can you shine under the shadow?

sleep resting on the residue of all those prior walking talking days. holding nothing long enough to still.

the road forgives my fictional life, stages mirages for sustenance. .

this years lambs found the gap in the fence, as the light found the naked hollow, we are pulled into passage.

armour has a cost.

you who have the temerity to talk with the tatters of your past.

poor hollow stem, taking life apart from the inside.

faith across doubt, a ropey ladder you keep throwing to the wind.

once safe on your mothers back. pastoral green: colour blind to the blood and the fences.

energy crossing to my body conducted through your body passage worn from years of standing still.

anger is met with the fronds slow curl, master of absorption.

home built ice on snow, the heart is in light, eternally transient.

open heart condenser, funnel for free energy, yours to reconfigure the nights' fallout.

sweet place to pause, rest without reeling.

no wonder you falter, fault-lines cut a mind log-jammed with self.

my leading edge is naked, forgetful, distrustful of what it tows.

we search back underground, each lost mother traced in roots.

standing in light, reaching forwards reaching back, shadow spanning time.

it's an old body that lies, grumbling nothing to gain from lifting, eyes to the sky.

a rose has need of red, the wrap of petal, blooms to be found, and found in time, fades.