Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form
Slipping into oblivion,
quietly ruminating,
calling into the cold body
of the world.
There is a
gap of light
that can be seen
in the distance.
illuminating the darkness.