you know
you’re alone
when you walk
along seams
in a somatic suit
not fit
to be tied
swaddled up
by the scenes
blaring in the periphery
and all you can do
is stare
down at their feet
it is here
where you meet her
the mother
of earth
as a seed
she had sown
when the samhain sun set
and the darkness
arose
to a soul
disembarked
upon eden
