Rebirth in The End of Long Days
I have taken shelter in the subtleties of my carapace
created by years
of careful self defense
How long I tumbled
tangled in that web
waiting for someone
else to set me free
All along suspended
sacrificial
and bound
by a tight fabric
of cluttered perception
In another hand
behind your mind
your heart is softening again
soft as the day you were born
releasing on Orion’s exhale
If you look
you can see
taking faith in the marigold bones
of your sweet reality
Art by Peter Sugarman
Merenda Cecelia 