we grow accustomed to the Dark—
the rumbling birth of stars
great horned owls
trains & leavings
from shadows i linger
wrapped in velvet night as familiar as my own breath
from shadow i linger
wondering how we got here and will my death become a sparrow?
from shadows i linger
observing the blackness of secrets as they lie beneath the linden tree
from shadows i linger
listening to the collide of the cosmos
