Nearly Forgotten
There, in the night, swaddled in fetid blankets of Constraint before the blackened Hearth of deceited Realism – she lay. Clean and still-young-eyes-wide open
Stray bits fluttering through the thatched roof.
There in that dirted-dark-night- pressed by the breathing of them all inhaling her future,
drooling the spittle of her spill-stolen dreams, she lay. In final furtive flash she stood, silently slipped the bloodied feet of slumbered siblings.
Out on soft feet over smooth stones to/through the hanging gate.
There bubbling bounced from the tips of ambered fingers of almost-dawn, thousands of forestalled and trodden possibles floating toward the edge of the dropped horizon of Forgotten.
drooling the spittle of her spill-stolen dreams, she lay. In final furtive flash she stood, silently slipped the bloodied feet of slumbered siblings.
Out on soft feet over smooth stones to/through the hanging gate.
There bubbling bounced from the tips of ambered fingers of almost-dawn, thousands of forestalled and trodden possibles floating toward the edge of the dropped horizon of Forgotten.
Reclaimed now with wide-armed, glorious, greedy, gladdened grope,
as flush-filled fresh- she runs – through wetted meadows,
first clear-light-sun streaming in her hair flowing freed toward the shimmer of Rebuild.
as flush-filled fresh- she runs – through wetted meadows,
first clear-light-sun streaming in her hair flowing freed toward the shimmer of Rebuild.
