I have been Underneath,slipped where mine hands only scrawled with inks.
Mine tread has been slight and crooked,upon the railroad tracks and crossroads.
Tracing the olden pathways of mine days as a girl-child I have come to look the Truth in the eye and acknowledge the tripping and lost mannerisms.
Seeking to forgive in Healing, the mirror remains with clouds sliding through reflection.
This Solitude I am within and the Dreaming glints the hollows in the corner and mine wrists are caught.
I remain amongst the Plains where the Depression never passed onward from this soil. The dust still coats the eyelids and pockets are worn thin with the sorting for silver...oil stained fingertips.
I cluck mine tongue and with sideways lidded gaze pray for Departure. O,yes.
I shall Breathe and trace upon this Amber Glass in the Now as the key is imprinted upon mine palm.
Amber Coated Shards of Saelokit