©2022 Michael Raven

burning candles, i've
gone blind to night
my sanctuary wolves
of at forest temples howl
commanding i toss
ritual tables, bowls, fetishes
all, to feed the flames

natty, weary
i blow out the light
stones in my pocket
click-clatter, my
fingers rattle together
walking under the
leaves dusk canopy
to see

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