Clues
written by: Dusk Butterfly
the whittled line that is the ocean meeting the sky
hypnotizes. the way dead leaves curl on the sidewalk
unmindfully, particularly when there’s nowhere to be
no one to be with, nothing to do. nonetheless, you are
here. preciousness is measured in sure breaths. doubt
ruptures the delicate web of reality. purpose or people or
parameters become possibilities or potions or poisons or
poisson swimming. tantric dance of typhoons in a stomach
that cannot bear the shame, cannot hold onto a flame.
the convergence is a path of disappearance, of almosts, of
maybes. above the horizon line emerges a lone asteroid. it
flies upward and outward instead, a trail behind is the breath
after a scream. motherless from a time that does not know
how to love. it is gone so soon, only on the cloth of wonder.
wandering soul, peter pan’s enemy is ticking time, stretch
your hand out, befriend a bell to wake from the waves.
- Blue Moon Medicine - February 18, 2024
- Clues - October 5, 2023
