out on this melting edge– a fool sailing through oceans of haunted broken heartstars, the poison of decaying days– I ask how dark it must be to awaken the tears of angels, the ferocious fire of your gods
The Oracle gave me the first two stanzas of this one right away, but I had to work for the last two. I really wanted to use “secrets” but she was having no part of it. There are too many secrets floating around already.
every after walks through the long dark between
who can we ask if always becomes lost?
when will these deep paths of why grow roots that follow light?
beneath nightsongs of a wandering moon we listen to nothing—ancient and wild
Another old collage done for one of Sue Vincent’s prompts.