time visits
in spastic pieces while
sentiment
shifts
colored by
awe and dread
arrests
the heart
hidden
deeper than
flesh
finer than
dancing
slower than
clouds
that line
this
prominent
rocky edge
horizon lies
illusions of
supremacy
over
a moment’s
response
and then
you’re
gone.
between that which fills and flows
silent stones
where battered tides
conceal and demand
careful steps
round curves
edges
lines like brokenshells of the words
that slice
scattered
bounced the walls
and shook the
foundation, roaring
breakers
reverberate
fill the spaces
between
silent stones.
edges
maysa-maria kristina gadelha peterson
“If you can see your path laid out in front of you step by step, you know it’s not your path. Your own path you make with every step you take. That’s why it’s your path.” ― Joseph Campbell
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