the race to redemption
can only by won
by singing

bone dried and bleary eyed
i walk through the forest of neversleep
dreams muted by sharp edged branch
and echoes of earthquake
on a horizon always curving
to the left

i am not lost
in the blue pooled darkness
and my feet are always moon bare
beneath the sky laced curtain
of shift and shadow’s
star-studded chemise

there are screams left behind
in cold footprints
and howls mirrored
trapped
in black ice

and the light that arrives
just to save me
from the corners
of brevity’s
night

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Linking in over at dVersePoets for Meeting the Bar, with a little rhythm.

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