Root another worldly pondering,
deathly wandering
cast in the shadow of night
her light reveals my fright.
A goddess peers at her reflection
feeling condescension;
voices chatter all around,
strangers I found;
staring at a matchstick,
a glowing candle wick.
Petite, smoldering,
flickering on older wings
disguised by a smile,
uncertainty waits all the while.
Where is the unapologetic self
I saw on a shelf,
in a house burned down;
rain clouds
burst after the shame,
enabling little flames
Searching…
Where is the self I saw on a shelf?
Wasting away in the Polar Region.
Absent.
Definition by contradiction,
theories morph before the season;
flowers freeze with rapid reason.
The warm sun’s embrace
scorches this bliss-filled place.
Just like that,
Language describes
The Indescribable.
Earthly scribes shovel
damaged dirt,
releasing Hurt.
