Dust to Dark
When the dust settles on my brow
Relief coats my throat
My eyes close into darkness
Refusing the light.
Conjuring continual streams of loam
Complements the darkened aura trailing behind me.
When the dust settles on my arms
The weight presses and movement stops
Stillness weeps within my center stemming from my heart.
Stop the cadence of radiance
End reliance on seeing
I close my soul to perception
When the dust settles.