Echo II

I wait for moon to

die below black and

jagged pines as I lay my

aging body down on

terra firma, my faith, my

dream, the grand mystery, in

and above all that is. I

have no fear of night, for

it is day without

light, when all that is green

suckles in dew and loon turns

beak beneath wing, and

wolf is curled in

Silence.

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