Cessation.

A road into deep wood
becomes a faltering trail
ending in beds of thick moss
under forgotten clouds
floating soft.

We are pulled
beyond memory and knowledge
into indigo blue
ferocious blackening night.

We will wake.
To what shall we wake?

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Portland, Oregon – June 22, 2020

I am at a loss to describe what is happening in the world and especially in America right now. This is the best I could do, for now.