“The Narrow Way”
Luminous outcove
I strove to escape your coals
but death made it hard.
Rainbows in ashes,
I’m compelled by the blood seal
on your sky hilltop.
It’s a tight rope life,
it’s a sprint or it’s a fall,
an eternal fall.
I taste honey stars
and the world fades to a grey
luminous outcove.
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