In the afterglow

I’ve wandered 
I have wondered
I’ve pandered
I have blundered
Hearts asunder
Like a condor
Raining lightning
Woodstove burning
Writhing churning

(wandering running)
Under ashes 
asunder coals
Basking in the afterglow
Ashes dance in the wind like wild  snow

On sandy shores I lost myself
A bit of every being became me
The birch tree swaying, a little elf
Inside the retina, dreams are playing
A bit of light became every flavor to me
    
Surrender, flee, survive, attempt to dream
All the sacred parts lost in the scrap heap.

Copyright Evan McDoniels 2023

In The Afterglow

@milkweedhummingbird

Multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, producer, audio engineer, live sound production, poet, visual artist, gardener, ultramarathoner.