so transcendent…
my walls grow talking faces
that whisper to me in the night
and reach out to grab my legs
as I walk to bed.
some say ‘kill yourself’!
others sigh ‘are you alright’?
dark and light
days and night
murmurs in nub of
flickering candlelight.
pastels in sound
leave their haunt
that lingers
in remembrance
of transcendence,
as spirits of howling dogs
comfort me
echoing through my room.
