Upon existing
Breathing through the fumes
And layers of mist and rain
Landing in my palm
Holding my hand
As the moon whispers
From the sky above
Figures, glimps of traces
Stories
Yet to be told
The sun went to sleep with a dim coral light
Slightly surrounded itself by a glowing silhouette with a string
Pulling on the curtains of the night sky
Containing she shining supermoon
In which I slightly met the day before when I all alone
Exited the craters of the black desert of the raw force of natures power to destruct and deploy
Met the owl’s calling one another across the big area of birch trees
“Oh hi”, as the owl turned it’s head against my sight, said, followed by the performing swayingg wings for the farewell and goodbye
In the somehow complete silence that seemed to surround this intense black desert space
I bathed in the ocean
Before driving across the land
Shedded away the leftovers of the trembling sensations in my feet
Transmuting something within that no words yet can describe
Beside being within me, between the body of the moon and I
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