Behold!
that drawing in
of breath
a minty
entanglement
of starlit senses
How they curl
like the opposite
of smoke
over the very
insides
of my
earthen throat
crackle of
autumnal breezes
whooshing through
like a beacon
And in that
split-second
right before
deep freeze
my molecules
rise and fall
in the rhythm
of snowflakes
each one a
unique entity
dusting the
solid soil
with loamy richness
and simultaneous
feather impressions
of relief
Now
like silk draped
alabaster
I am cooled
Like sweet
river water
I flow
rocked by
the slow
churn of
growing freedom
that alights my pores
arises in tender
stillness
through the
looming forests
of my skin
penetrates the
unseen journey of
my night
as demulcent
and persistent
as the balmy petals
of a
raging,
fiery
bloom
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lifting the veil of
heaviness
and tossing it,
a-blaze,
into the
black
(Finally :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DeLfCYGReyA