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Rhizome bright. Starlight.

Burn and break. Web snag, 

hammer shatter. Self-kindle.

Sparrow

A sparrow turns in air, shoots skyward,
a black dart on blue, the fulcrum of the
world in that moment before it all swirls
away, shifts direction and lights on
an ephemera anew.

There's a crack in the world at dusk
and at dawn where some creatures enter and
exit. They are the ones you listen for,
lying in the dark, but strain your hearing
as you might, can never be made out.

When the Frost is on the Grass

Not made of the stuff
To Last out A cold season
gone by first frost.

Trapped in Madness, Star-Crossed

                   desire-           addled
                 un-rooted     unrepentant
               Blood-slick, ruby writhing
                  still holding to madness
                    that will be forsaken
                       drowned in Time
                           Disavowed
                               Ebbing
                                 Gone
                                    .

Bless

Fire Burn and Cauldron Bubble

Waxing, new beginnings. Light to burn, burn to break.