endlessforms

dreamworld photographer

  • it, she, they

and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes


the fox, the fox, see how she plays
off in other lands these days.
hunting somewhere in the south,
warms their skin and feeds their mouths

while here, her visits grow so brief
that earth goes cold beneath our feet
but keep your faith and songs alight
she will return to chase the night


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