a
Modest
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The Writings of Justin Davis

Into the underworld I stumbled

Looking back in hourglass thoughts
silhouettes climb into my dreams.
Darkness collides with outreached
fingertips that grasp at warmth,
cold spots flutter and fade.
Within they have gathered
to feast upon fear.
Unattainable the shadows dance
and give praise to
the terror they have unleashed.
Frenzy by force, ignited
souls rejoice the havoc
of the moment.
The small, the squandering,
diminish into black.
Prevailing surface underneath
comfort which restores peace.
Like a mother's hand, belonging
prevails with uncanny ordain.
Returned in a blink
that lasted four hours or more.
I must have been
dreaming again...

JCD 7.30.99