Thoughts of pale colors
faded with time
secrets written with hope
this sacred routine
shines like a dull penny
and I feel a new gravity
beginning again.
Circles collide and it is
not an illusion
only one road
with infinite scope
I exist
to feel the pressure of love
like a hunting bird circles
before the kill
is it now?
said the mule
looking up
at a shadow

K Axel (121704)