Harvest Rings

What i believe to be true

Upon this harvest moon

Is my capacity to resist

The emptiness of wool

In hollowed solitude

Our temptation of rabbit holes

at the mention of forever

never ending founding feathers

Of what was once a dove

Trying to fly

A canine with fangs at the cry

Ready to chew my restless sigh

I’ll run to safety through marble fright

And they will glance at the seams

Of my tethered dreams

Tortured doubt by my own decree

I was never meant to exist beyond fifteen

Now my future holds such possibility

to forgive the crucifixion on my name

No curse will deprive thy gain

I will gather my wings to higher fate

Where the stars align on august days

wearing matrimony with tired legs

For all that came before

my final rest