In the column forest, at night

Find shelter in the dark,

Finding Anxiety.

Ancient and well-known.

Downpours chase me on.

Dagger tips backwards, forward.

Then stumble into a candle.

A twig memorial in the

wet mud.

 

Can I mourn in the place of the absent?

And what is, when i can't?—–

 

Find shelter in the dark,

who cannot protect himself.

Take away fear, who found fear.

 

Ancient column weight.

Downpours continue to lash me.

Lash cheek waters out of me.

(6.2.2021)


 

 

 

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