simonhlilly

One more time
Words congeal,
Nest in dawn light.

Enough is the
Expanding breath,
Round, sent out blue,
Seeking peace.

Enough the slow fall,
Enough the dream.
One more time
Gathered, harboured.

Precise is the prayer:
Extinguish the
Hungry fire.

Only this:
That ceaseless hunger:
Cascading decay,
Mistaken for upwards.

A race diminished
Striving for worth,
Consumed and driven.
No art but blunder.
Graceless the fall.

In the pale of its cool,
In the wash of the mist,
In slowing breath and moment
Can we learn to rest easy?
Wanting nothing but enough,

As if we were the last
To ever be here.
Seeded in peace,
Dwelt and released.

A song sighed,
Never forgot.
A world haunted
With beauty
All remaining.

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