Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice

staring at bones

they didn’t lie

but had shattered

with time

That endless roar

between the eyes

herding us home.

This is not as bleak

as it sounds,

we pander,

to no one in


By holding on to that first note, it

generates a feeling of suspense

This time

We inhabit together

Can we make something

of it,


Do we not have the

capacity to be


fair and wise?


Sorrow fills the

night air

eery calm

the center of the


Mind mapping

Dream leaving

desperate by

the side of the road.

from the forthcoming

Chimera Climate by me

Dream Weaver

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