Nov.1 Book

It's in the sequence 

within the space,

the mild morning & 

the sunrise 

then the calm evening 

& The sobering dawn.

I found myself 

forming words in the deepest blue 

dancing over a white page.

This is the way everything works,

the pain, the chaos,

the synchrony,

the guidance and everything 

with a sprinkle of destiny.

I hear my words echoing as 

I anticipate writing 

them slowly.

They are more immersive,

my own emotions,

deliberate yet woven with 

the fabric of creation 

beyond art & materials. /

/ She is like a book searching for her sword //