footsteps
footsteps pace slow
rise soft
fall certain
corners un certain
gates bridged a cross
slowburn rippling tide
running every witch ways
and signs
and persuasions
always here still
silent motion
under
over
pass
through
incept trace blow
by blowing cold
hot angel in tercept
braced for flight
a cross weaving desserted
flours for
agamemnon
flabbergasping
in fidelicate dance
loveshared
i land float in
a stormstill sea
29th December 2020 #Pendemic 32
