In the fog of loyalty
shadows move following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
In the fog of loyalty
shadows move following
a path that seemed mapped out in advance but
instead reveals the limits
of its territory. Who are we?
And what does that mean?
to a wise eye and a sympathetic ear?
at the top of the hill
a sadness in the shoulders
vertigo of the gaze
the weight of love
in the folds of the arm
Go towards the shadows
so that you can see the light
dive into winter. Waiting to see
clearly
in the twilight
side by side, forever
back to back, face to face
*posted in July 2021, edited in July 2022