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While fire burns the mountain, I write by moonlight,
cooled by the evening breeze. A barn owl hunts
from the light post and the crickets chant,
“I do not need but what I have.”
Simplicity in practice, I am a woman
attempting angelic ascension
to that peaceful place above
human desires, above all
wanting. Above
dreams
believed dashed. Above the madness
that engulfed the gladness
in unexpected suffocation.
Above paralysis
and isolation.
Above hope. There is nothing to fear
beyond the havoc welded by
active imaginations.
No maybes
in surety--
no horror when surrendered,
no wrath, just hurt
now healed.
I breathe in the scent of smoke,
the owl screeches, and I
see you sitting across
a campfire from me
glowing red
like a demon leaning on your porker stick.
Keyless, I stand at the threshold
of a hallway lined with doors,
swallowing my pride,
accepting my
domain.
A cage, a closet, once even a deep front pocket
I smolder for the untethered freedom found
with a wandering
vagabond.
While fire burns the mountain, I write by moonlight,
cooled by the evening breeze. A barn owl hunts
from the light post and the crickets chant,
“I do not need but what I have.”
Simplicity in practice, I am a woman
attempting angelic ascension
to that peaceful place above
human desires, above all
wanting. Above
dreams
believed dashed. Above the madness
that engulfed the gladness
in unexpected suffocation.
Above paralysis
and isolation.
Above hope. There is nothing to fear
beyond the havoc welded by
active imaginations.
No maybes
in surety--
no horror when surrendered,
no wrath, just hurt
now healed.
I breathe in the scent of smoke,
the owl screeches, and I
see you sitting across
a campfire from me
glowing red
like a demon leaning on your porker stick.
Keyless, I stand at the threshold
of a hallway lined with doors,
swallowing my pride,
accepting my
domain.
A cage, a closet, once even a deep front pocket
I smolder for the untethered freedom found
with a wandering
vagabond.