within my dark domain there is a fleeting light.
i reach out for it clumsily, and up it floats slowly,
and then down and down, and disappears
when I’ve grasped it too hard or too long.
inside my cold kingdom i sit and wait hungry
begging for my transient angel,
my ephemeral, fickle little phoenix.
the day i swallow it, i shall step out of my dusty dwelling,
my fresh white feathers all clean and bright, and invincible
but there’s no telling how many light years and forevers
i will sit and yearn ardently.
"It is hard living
so deeply within myself.
There is nowhere to go
when I need a moment
to think.”— Reclusive | Lora Mathis