Small and ragged—
he broke off
from the pack,
mud splattering like rain.

No one believed,
but he soared—
dirt-clad winged underdog,
cutting through doubt,
beating the track
with a resolve
that defied rain
and the worst odds.

Mine that bird—
mighty horse
with Pegasus wings.

Shamanism, slowly go
Seattle rain, Reno snow
No one on Earth
Will ever know

                 Eliade!

We built
a tower
with hands
that did not know
how to touch.

It rose,
stone by stone.
Each word, a brick.
Each silence,
the mortar.
Promises—
vanishing into air.

We stood
at the bottom,
blaming the height
for our aches—
but the tower
was never
what broke us.

Don't you want to see me?
Or is it someone else
Do I set my blood free?
Or do I not hurt myself

Don't you think I'm pretty?
I don't think you care
That would be fitting
With a sideways chair

Don't you think I know?
About you and her
You still love her so
I don't think that's fair.

Aren't I the one?
That keeps you up at night?
Or are you so full of guilt
For not treating me right

If I'm a priority.
Then prove it to me
Make me feel love
Instead of making me beg for it.

Behind the walls there's

a party, and the river --


still remains frozen.

Just live like a bus

driver, all the diversions --


then become the route.

Just our brief conversation

December 11, 2024, and beyond—

Me: Why do you have to be the moon?
When you can be a star with your own light!

You: Sometimes, when the light is out, I feel okay just being the moon :).

Me: You are more beautiful than the moon—if only everyone on Earth knew. Why? Because the moon shifts, but you stay—always in sight.

You: I'm perfectly content if not everyone knew. I'm in sight for the loved ones, the ones dear to me.

Me: I've observed you a lot; I wish I could have understood you, even just once!

You: Just like the stars, they don’t know whether they’re being watched. They are indeed hard to understand, for they are thousands of millions of miles away from Earth... from where you are.

Defta, do you know?
You're scribbling on my heart—with a love that leaves me struggling to keep up.

I have found Deogifta—God’s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa🌻.

Watching the sun
cut into a new day
everything drenched
in pale colours
clouds move with
the dead of grey
I know a place
where a velvet moon
is thrown across the
soothing sea
where the spring
mornings are endless
where there are more
flowers than tall buildings
where the ocean breeze
blows salt on our skin
where the lavender
dances with the wind
we can dream forever
escape this ordinary life
I know a place …
Clay.M