Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.
Monday, October 29, 2012
The hunter's moon (Prey tell...)
Sitting alone
beneath the moon
I feel my loneliness
like never before
but don't
mistake it for a defect
for it is a gift-
an arcane hunger for
wanting the food of life...
for wanting love
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