Out Here

 

it’s all, all but mist out here:

searching for pathways
in conversations, visitors from before
and light to follow.

 

it’s all, all but dark out here:
listening to heart beats, self-time
to the rhythm of dreams,
within these walls…

of voices.

 

it’s all, all but clear out here:

beyond

 

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Death of an Artist’ Series