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Threading Myself Through The River Called Night


threading myself through the dark river of night
golden eyes glowing
freedom
threading myself

the tunnel of air soothes
the dark wind's caress
the occasional grass's parting whisper
to a needle's point of silence

threading myself through the dark river of night
blood churns through my veins
alive
threading myself

the damp of wetness seeps
the silence fills and creeps
the void that is never emptied
the thrill that is ever present

threading myself through the dark river of night
muscles tighten, tense and relax
evening's swiftness moves on like glass
so I thread myself

until the yawing screech of day
then put myself away
one-pawed keeping
out the light..

til once again
I am threading myself through darkness
another journey through
the river of night.

LEGAL Copyright June 22, 2014 1;11PM PST
AND FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE
Meloo STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD/
AND ALSO FOR THIS Author Melissa A .Howells
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Copyright site: Tilt-a-World


"yaw" referring to a wide open mouth...
and "yawing" being an invented word by myself/Melissa A Howells





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