Quiet Descent
Unburdened by the night, freed of phantoms, I wake in gray dawn to the river-sound of traffic. Earth muted in descent, quietly I spread like
December 28, 2025
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Unburdened by the night, freed of phantoms, I wake in gray dawn to the river-sound of traffic. Earth muted in descent, quietly I spread like
Stirred by inner fire dark does not frighten, nor gray light of winter. Carry me down to the deepest root, upend every truth. Flood of
Night winds rouse the old earth gods— rivers don’t sleep, dark forests rise, sodden roots shatter the concrete prison. Reading of “Uprising”
As the world sleeps, night rivers flow steeped in silence. Ravenous for knowledge I devour the quiet hours, then kneel, an acolyte, in dawn’s gray