movements

movements of cotton

slowly leave the fracture

old earth

penetrate the walls of mossy

mountain thicket of thorns

splitting the black clouds

increasingly dense

handcuffed shuffling steps

understand themselves

I made the travel

long journey

secretly kept

silence blanketed

so highly confidential

reinforce the light now

presence

I floundered

looked at the buried traces

the past

knocked on the gate

so climb on yellow

howling moon

in your face

knees facing

genuine repentance

surrender

ourselves to deliver

God