a sole subtle lady
in a stone forest gigantic
no records exist
none shall be sought nor kept
and her history sleeps illiterate in the grave
the dawn is paused to salute the day
my God my saviour my God careless
support my thoughts or banish them as the death of my soul implores some vulcan dawn to break
my exodus
I am born of the sun
yet I will surely die cold as the sun
on the last day of its burning
Flynnpoetry 