calling softly

from a cave

i repeat my own inconsistencies

in private splendor

as it should be

violence comes a calling

simple and beautiful

thing of oneness

at the entrance to rock

pausing

it repeats the method

and I am swaying in blurry

dizzy gray spinning haze

at the very voice of it

now curling in reduction

I retreat from it now

losing interest goes away

right on the tail is apathy’s daughters

like sweet muses waiting

and tempting fate