• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 03
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The Edge

Evening suddenly a purple blaze.
In the sun's stained falling
        a moment
winged and breathless/
an arc of soft bone on the brink of a bird.

Buoyant on salt air the silhouettes are silent
guarding the edge of the gentlest death.

        in this last light
        faith must unfurl/

soon all will be bloomed black.