Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The spirit that lurks in the highest branches of rain-soaked trees
swooped down this night.
And riding the dark winds of revelation
stripped me of my mask
and laid bare the trembling animal,
the white-eyed naked creature that hungers.
The shadows, my parents, have stayed away.
I stand under the quiet lightning of tonight
and accept myself.

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