neverending no
it creeps in like hope
love clinging
safe sound
stripped
the veiled shape of it
flowers watered in
fears denying all expected
witherings
crinkling snakeskin
discarded aimed star-ward
like a voice
bare
toneless in the void
humanoid
abyss
a soft secret singing in spite
a world is made in the name of
everlasting refusal to look up
give in
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Sat 4th Feb 2023 12:51
Thanks Kealan. If it works, it works.😃