The Sun dipped down underneath my feet,
the Moon tipping over my head
Moonlight covered the snow and the sleet
Sun’s shadows now darkness instead
Dragging my purchase through the cold slush
Looking for sharp eyes in the trees
No sound in here, not even a hush
Still I dropped low and crawled on my knees
The Sun was gone now, her leave complete
And the Moon stood fast in her stead
Steady I mov...
Bring to boil the pot and kettle
Cut the leaves and small trees
Leave behind the harsh reality
And extract the essence.
Sit and toil with molten metal
Push and heave, reach in and seize
Heave forward with gloves on, a finality
And react to the lesson.
Wipe the sweat from your brow
And the cinders from your chest
Put down the half-shaped tool
into the cool blue water.
The hot w...
I awaken,
and it feels so real.
Like so much is happening at once,
and like it all matters.
I take note of what is going on,
and try to remember.
I feel like it could be useful
when I do wake up.
When I do wake up.
So I do know that this isn’t reality?
But it does feel real.
My emotions are strong and affecting,
and hazards feel dangerous.
But still, I am aware.
And whether I’m running -
it ...
Things are different.
Not bad, or better,
just different.
It’s not that I’m indifferent.
Far from it, to be honest.
But I can’t say that I always think about it.
But when I do,
think about it that is,
I do wish that things were different,
I wonder what you are doing.
or even what you look like now.
And I wonder why.
Why did you do the things you did?
And why do I feel that they were wrong,
...