Taciturn themes
awaken gilded childs dreams
that weave webs
of prolonged self
walking sticks
guide our way
the blind child
led by day
the wild
an infamy of muses
dancing
dancing
dancing
so high is their spirit
a spirit full of the moon tides
and ancient rides
while the child
aware
yet
unconscious
again
runs into the wild
wide eyed
free
the soft, sulfur sonnets linger
the child
hearing a whisper
love
desperation
and loss
and the infinity of a pink cloud
when
then
the embrace is broken
a wolf is near
its silhouette on the horizon
a harbinger
bearing the gift
of an unkept promise
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