i have been twisting
bedsheets into ropes
in unsleep at nights
trying to untie my
soul from tinctures
of thorn and regret

some black stones
at the ocean and
under a beggar's
moon, hair flows
rivers as night
stars fall showers
razoring fingers
in the tweens

a barred owl
plays sentry in
lush trees
can i help but
come when called?

there is a hollow in the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name

blind, the trailhead of myrkr & mist
look to ancestors below your feet
recalling we are all related
spreading as spores & tendrils
on & on

remember november?
for the chill rains falling, i sheltered
at the hollow on the center where
only the trees & ever the stones
know my name