buried in the yolk
my marrow soaks in blood.
in the staggering dusk,
I come out of the broken shell.
songs of the clouds
lead me to my mate;
a story of sorrows
untold yet known.
"how do I break free of that addiction to my destiny?
puppy looks on piteously, a treat for it"
It has been three weeks since I posted anything here. My muse seems to have totally disappeared.