morning of august 11th [poem + series of 3] (Patreon)

this morning

praying to the crystalline dew drops

perfectly aligned on each blade of grass

“please, teach me,”

*

choir of cicadas

humming without stop

the bee corpse

shining nobly,

illuminated by moments

of parting clouds

*

i offer moon blood

to the moist dirt,

dark as night

the scarlet stains

play hide and seek

in the belly of void

*

holy silence

holy silence

rings clear

within rare gaps

of circadian symphony

*

in emptiness,

some voice murmurs

*

“thank you

thank you

thank you…”