through misty Vale, God appears
walking along the dark barked trees
he calls to you, his arm outstretched
you to take his hands and you are no more
your bones dissolve like fog
your fingers melt into soil
your soul flies away like crows
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
