Woodcut on paper | Jan 2020
The velvet sky anoints another star
for every choked conscience
My nights are starry again
Hold me in place while I reach
into the crevices of my heart and
untangle the world around me
The dust motes float weightless
swaying with my every word
lit by the fire in the air
My whispers are now shrunken
by inhalations and exclamations
We are what we breathe
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