Light
There is a slit That’s at the top Near where I sit High on the wall Where the moon Streams in And the tunes Bleed clean And I quiet Vicious riots Delicious, higher Abandoned matter At random minutes Light streaks inward Through the window Near where I linger Illuminating What’s ruminating Through hibernation Then germination To manifesting Perhaps creation Is just vacation From homeostasis Or homogenization Gross colonization— But at night I relax Life’s reflecting through glass And bursts of light dance Over choices and chance
©Rachel Nasatka. All rights reserved. You can’t have her she’s mine.



I can feel this. I love it! :)
This reads like the late night lamentation of some ancient god, and I love it.
Thank you for sharing 🩵