Wound
Ragged wounds To feed near passerines That cling to surface Rip and tear Through the flesh To feast within Bringing whole Complete The cycle close Resounding echo Ricochet Like the beating Of the heart in breast At loves first flame And in fear, in shame The rhythms as noisy As the absence The press of silence Between The pause The call of Quetzalcoatl Bringing messages of change Of circle close Revolution
A naturally fallen Scots Pine decays, the feeding holes of a Northern Flicker visible. (Pinus sylvestris)
2016 Nikon D60, 55-200mm Lens.
Photographed in situ, without the use of artificial lighting or staging. Photoshop only used for resizing.
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Today is my 3rd anniversary on Tezos, within the fourth year in isolation, but a new beginning.
This past year has been a whirlwind of near constant compounding traumas, deaths and interwoven heartbreaks which has been enmeshed with the global horrors and the falling of an empire. I feel like a different person within my internal world. I have become something new, healing my own body and mind, being my own physician and my own advocate. I am alone, and have only myself to rely on to begin this new cycle.
I don't have time. But I'm still alive.
Tezos Anniversary - Year 3
