See, you/I
Ungoverned space
No forms of order
No magnetic attractions
Nor resistences
Dark shapes colliding
Ripping apart
Coarsely torn
Wounded matter
Blackened in lightless
Comprise
Meld of entropy
Varying, pelting, dust
Particles thickened--a complexed
Chiseling monsoon
And, no rains--nor suns
Nor moons
Increasing or decreasing
What order or beauty
Would combine or
Define
Its master weeps
Written By, Darkest Angel
Written September 11, 2010
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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