a forest closes in upon
a path with dark primordial
my fears disclosed
in what I see
inside darkling veil
a shrill bird’s cry distending
through air like
fingertips clinging to a cliff’s edge
letting go or falling
failing endlessly
by dint of fault
deluded and decrepit
wasp’s nest handholds
crumbling earth stingingly
piques old wounds
a stain scrubbed endlessly
without resolution
so the stain hangs like
mist between the trees
the unloveable self-image
a pit that consumes undermining
any kind or loving gestures
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Miles of Mindfulness 