she rages


By Mike O’Connell
she was dancing with the moon
when she slipped
fell into the sky
gliding over villages as
an unarmed virtual drone
coming from sleep
dangling over the groundlings
bristling ferocious exposing
her dreams with strange lights
of unknown colors arranged
in familiar patterns
mockingly reproducing her
sacred dances in flaming shadows
from the fire light
cast onto bones of trees
temporarily silent
while she rages


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