March of the Shadows
I hold my breath this night
a burning lungful
of the green and dying sea
that leaps then sinks
in the minor key
of sorrow’s deep and distant light
a lowly note
against my chest
foam and fury whisper
into black and godless sleep
where the fall of petals in silence draws
the impulse of solitude
like a poison through skin
pulling into life
a mad and violent beauty
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2024
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