Cry from the shadowed place,
mourning ingests the hollowing core.
The void obligates,
burnishing the binding ring crafted long ago.
We thread our way through this incarnation
to a gallery populated by sorrows and joys
of choices made, and lives engaged,
giving us nothing and everything.
raw this moment,
terror the overture in the closing symphony.
Unfolding – enfolding
churning dawn’s rhythms,
boiling down, never leaving,
composing before the fire is tamped