pacific north-west sunset

(on the eve of epiphany)
the day grew tall, drew
fierce flames upon the sun-
down the sorrow of light's departure
its fingers raw bleeding
the imminence of next dawn
lavish rebirth
imagined, longed for
always different

rogue images
of havoc inchoation i-(a)m-
ages of grief, uncertainty
beyond the notion of time
abundance color love
"i am a handful of dirt"
and an open trust
in a kinder sun

at ground zero

"the beauty of a sunset is in its promise of rebirth." - 

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