dark carriage of love
slow moving through mud
lit lightly by moonbeams
lone rider pondering choosing
rough roads brought us here
detours often appear
face loss as companion
burden in cargo suppression
inspiration swoops in then away
do notice what we say
limits placed with patterned breath
unconscious repeating abuses
truth game always at play
empower another each day
this our gifting economy
keep loving past death of the body.
Day Gun
