shadow cuts

December 21, 2017  •  Leave a Comment

shadow cuts


a greater version of me…

it exists within

some where

so i sit, still

to unwrap the sluggish one


still, but fluid

quarrying space,

and time


still, but expanding

inching closer

in body, in heart

… in mind


to dwell unhindered like the breeze

not caught in a net

shadow cuts,

and this could happen

to me?


“sit still,” it was ordered

but never coached how

as the chilled pines do 

so precisely

on the shortest day



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