again the gleaming
horn section
blasting turning into
tuning, disorder
organizing, hot
metal branding iron
before the screaming
teeth, the crashing
waves jagged rock
etched our
monument’s face
sandy undertow, and
churn, the little
creatures scatter,
burrow, wait for the
receding to talk
among themselves
under the roar, wishing
to be heard
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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Oi= going totally abstract !? please write it down, for me, simple and clear – maybe I have gone lame, sorry. love,M.
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Yeah. Pretty abstract.
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