slip into something a little more suffocating,
let water seep in and pull you down into
the darker abyss into the endless night,
a hollowed whale cry echoes out to
cradle as you sink in deeper
and deeper into the quiet.
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
slip into something a little more suffocating,
let water seep in and pull you down into
the darker abyss into the endless night,
a hollowed whale cry echoes out to
cradle as you sink in deeper
and deeper into the quiet.