Slow Fade

 

Trace that filament on the horizon, the bleed of all we are, uncontainable.
The day is tumbling loose from this scarlet sky, and I
am filled, spilled, fallen too – in, out
of will, grace, time. Please:
hold these breaths,
stretch; let
them
die.

 

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3 Responses to Slow Fade

  1. rosemary mint says:

    Ooh, I really like this: “the bleed of all we are, uncontainable”

  2. I love this part! “Trace that filament on the horizon, the bleed of all we are, uncontainable.
    The day is tumbling loose from this scarlet sky,” such a feeling of beating, breathing…alive.

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