words.

words.  seeming inviolable.  and at once perturbed.
a mist receding.
the darkness conjures and the light reflects.
but where did they go.  the tail spins off and I am lost again.
a myriad of destinations.  leading nowhere.
and straight home to me.

Sunset in the Wishseeds

Listening:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xFHwg6aNKy0