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I left behind the city lights, the tarnished gold that filled my pockets, to follow the highway with the broken veins of those who lost their soul in the place they thought they’d find it.
The silver ribbon of light from the moon leads me to where the waves meet the forest and I feel the need to shed my cloak, my clothes, my kin, and I follow the intoxicating scent of the moonflower to a blazing bonfire, where free spirits cavort with instinctual glee to the sounds the dark night emits.
I watch in fascination, hypnotized and bewitched by the energy bounding off them in ever-increasing circles to reach the edge of light, further, reaching for all the lost shadows and urging them forward into the clearing.
As I enter the sphere of light, a wave sweeps through my consciousness, ripple after ripple rolls over me, a million fingers touching every surface, every crevice, exploring, tasting, testing, gauging…
and I follow the call, spiral into faultless silence to be erased, extinguished, down to my essence, and with only impulse and inclination, I can rise unhindered and unjudged in the shape of who I am.
Now I can release my energy, let it flow back into the dark forest, over the highway with the broken veins, to cross the path of another lost shadow, point them to the silver ribbon of light from the moon.