Something I never told you;
I met a Shadow - a dark king -
And he took me.
Standing in the steamy water
convincing me to walk
into the shadowed Gray.
It’s breath, leading me
Into the peaks of sun
And the marinas of the moon.
He glazed my vision with smoke
To reach heaven that sat right next
to that reservoir.
Dried, washed yellows
Strain together with deep
forest green. Earth’s favorite
candy, Dandelion.
An engulfing smell of
of my mother earth.
Empty, like the corpse
Your tear drop, drops.
Rain. And my dried yellows
Break off.
My youth, my present
The reservoir
You – it.
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