Survivor
Mottled coat caught in a light-ray gaze observes like a mystic from the highway, train-track, sandwich smack in an arrested breath-take portal of looking into my grime-streaked window. Like Alice through her mirror I’m falling, falling into your fur-warmed coat engulfed
Alive Ready Beyond
limits of a world racketing its clatter in smug assumptions of muzzling your canine calls. My paned window cracks as you craft hidden tracks through our lucrative arrangements like a stock trader schemes. To make an edgy living outside boxes you weave around walls like water. I smell stories then - steeped in circumstantial grit where
We’re blood We belong
gathering gifted scent trails perceived in telepathic waves that map ways across limited lands as effortlessly as your silent, enduring gait. And all thoughts of separation smash to shards like broken windows, shattered into a wider view; open as an inner sky.
