Sacred Space

he is no longer here

as I breathe myself to life

owl’s wings finding a new nest

I am the ghost in the machine

I creep and groan; causing cold engine to roar to life

I am in better hands

where I retreated to the sanctuary

twinkle lights blink in the midnight array

I am home

 

 

 

 

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