Malleability of Transformation
Beyond Time and Behind Stars
At full moon’s breath,
Just before the dawn,
When stars fade into an eternal backdrop
And every moan of wind
Is as loud as daylight…
Right before the silence of forever
Encapsulated by movement, through mystery
Get eaten by the chirp and hum of
Flighted things, too mortal to
Sing through the night.
Too reverential of the nothingness of
Darkness to bring about change by force.
This movement, when one realizes that
Their vegetable garden has, in fact,
Frosted over, and that the fruits of their labor
Are claimed by the nothingness they arose from…
It’s a strange beauty we have here,
More elusive to the dregs of perception of which
We have been gifted.
An ongoing surprise, isn’t it?
About the Creator
Sabayo Matiku
I express the realities and frequencies that words are carried on, to speak to the heart in a manner that is simple and free. I've come to ruffle feathers and to polish the sky, to laugh and wonder.
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