Silence like the catacombs deep Somewhere as innocence shrouded
let's dance towards winter solstice
our guts shocked mind blown & left in ashes
of solitude.
Gave away to a moment just
to sense nothing.
As intensely as our fears
and as forgiving as the
Morning Ragas so as not
past too much identity.
Here we lay still head first
and here we weep inside
for justice of the soul and
togetherness unlike any other but the same momentous cries
aloof bearing emotion like the
cascades or the fields from my
childhood where time has stood
still.
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