©2023 michael raven
spiritsick
seeking undercloak
to drive the
sickness out
words | spirit
Bite sized. Tastes like spoiled almonds.
©2023 michael raven
spiritsick
seeking undercloak
to drive the
sickness out
©2023 michael raven
with the water undertree undersky hush across glide heron wing grey
©2023 michael raven
everywhere shrine nod to earth raised hand sky surrender to ancient
©2023 michael raven
lost in time
i think you will
need to find me first
because i cannot
seem to find even
myself in the wilderness
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boneless i cascade into an easy chair waiting to be infused with easy but twist is all i gain
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leaden limbs
and heavy sigh
the bathroom fan
hums away
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bowl washed
a candle snuffed
i, too, become night
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enough to get by
poor in other ways
slumber now, slumber
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assuage & quietus slipping threads unentangled & released from this shell this tainted vessel leaving lean & razor keen
©2023 michael raven
i am already dead-- it is only a matter of time before i sing my last song in the slipstream in between
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