[symetrik]

she left a sickened city. left stability and stasis,
the noisy upper Godly serving sermons in their basements,
she only craved simplicity,
a way to shed the skeletons of happily complacent.
and searching for the basics, found the constellation hourglass - the navajo mosaic.
the edge between the desert's end and children learning patience,
the shifting sands and patterns dancing lazily in cadence.
the stepping stones to haven where a lonely, shaken lady rests her feet from off the pavement.
the only place that sojourns know the world is wholly craven,

the California valley's strangely vacant - but she's glad she's on her own.
it's unsettling. the peace - and she never slept this easy in the confines of her home.
waken by the cold - praying for a moment then surrendering her soul,
and gives herself to death - hoping that the sunrise leaves the outline of her bones.
she motions to the crows.