it is the silence
the rowing toward
lost little boat
with lightening
parading night skies
fear’s symphony
hushed quiescence
freezing animation
as the bulb burns
through the reel
leaves nothing but
the interminable
darkness, empty
boxes in worn hands
the letting go
into freefall descent
Descent is good, your endings are always so good! For awhile I am writing e-mails, please try it – my long calls reverberate conflict here. love,Mom
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