no new skin (20170531)

i have nothing
left to lift
not my hands
not my eyes
nor raise my ire

peace is all
slowness that is stillness
unmoving like summer rain
or heavy syrup
heavy as the earth
beneath my feet

i shed my skin
one last time
with no intent
of emerging clad
in a new glistening

6 thoughts on “no new skin (20170531)”

  1. Cool! I love the thought of you slithering from your cocoon in all your monstrosity. I bet you’d have spikes on your back and half a dozen eyes. Yeah, baby! ๐Ÿ™‚

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