(ty DE Navarro)
Darkness, quiet, descent to rest, to reconsider.
Consequence, what becomes after, looms;
pre-ghosts glower in light’s fade.
Wet dead leaves invite scavengers, nesters,
gestating monsters to take hold before ice hardens.
Deep in a well of emptiness,
cold damp tells ancient stories of vengeance,
of misery dredged and judged.
Harsh nature wails, whips, strikes with frigid fury;
harridan mother teaches her cubs fanged cruelty, bloodlust.
Controlled fire, resourcefulness of conscious survival,
churn of awareness channel of mind,
river of imagery precursor to action.
Here. Now.

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