Sought
Sep 5, 2018 · 2 min read

In the depths of night, when the turning of the world
slows and galaxies beyond count drift
in great spirals between the holes of worms,
eaters of essence of star and light everlasting,
in the stillness of breath drawn at sunset
and released with dawn,
she slips through the veil,
eyes closed and all-seeing,
all-searching,
to find a soul.


