Darkness, quiet, descent to rest, to reconsider.
Consequence, what becomes after, looms; pre-ghosts glower in light’s fade.
Wet dead leaves invite scavengers, nesters, gestating monsters to take hold before ice hardens.
Deep in a well of emptiness, cold damp tells ancient stories of vengeance, of misery dredged and judged.
Harsh nature wails, whips, strikes with frigid fury; harridan mother teaches her cubs fanged cruelty, bloodlust.
Controlled fire, resourcefulness of conscious survival, churn of awareness channel of mind, river of imagery precursor to action.
Oct/23/2014, 5:40 pm
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