Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)

Anima's Deadline

You flee from the murkiness
guided by the shimmering of rebel stars,
avoiding the ravenous waltz it offers, and
its slow spiral of suppression.

These witching hours are everlasting.
Fog threatens the efforts of retreat.
Chains of comfortable cushions beckon
to lay the fatigued head to doze endlessly.

A light at the top of the valley
surely is the dawn you suffered long for.
Silvery moon greets with a solemn face;
as a weary, wingless angel, you plummet.