Maine, USA My muse will fly again, is beginning to dance, and I will return as writer/reader/responder.
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She's been leaving for months sitting still long time gazing ahead between woodland graves of companions one whose habits came hers when she died ( we saw the transmission take place when nestled together one night ) greeting each visitor in the driveway and hunting my garden cat Lately all night under stars or clouds no coming in for man lap naps exploring high places indoors for daysleep then cuddling in small low cocoons Our connection deep by departure assured her long job was complete
age resists sleep with dreams too vast for lying prone aware that time in this free zone may end with a quiet nod **immortal valor once was mine a human gift as such divine
subdued in silence in hopes of a word shocked then the flowers assuring our love after tale forlorn so easily cured it is clear that stories serve nothing no power this wand except in surrender to that which this moment seems real
with words fresh in time uncanny to the point gift wisdom and support under need undefined shining light in scribe darkness stranger alchemized to love