eighth dimension blues

holding space
holding breath
vacant rooms

and the wonder of sleeping dogs in the daytime

on a gray morning she ponders retreat

holding space in a vacuum
she can only breathe so long

caged

in Shadow

Mouse sings
as if the birds weren’t more beautiful

she trills
despite a life tinged with sorrow

softly, slowly deeply
Mouse hold her heart close
though her body craves

stillness

in the span of days

stillness

purposefully and without notice

halts the winter heart

in limbo suspended

unencumbered

uncomfortable

and glorious