Walk the human night
With your paint spilling
The colors of your being
Giving shade to old gods
Finding respite in being reborn
Through scars of tradition
That you painted over
Though even in irony the ritual persists
And a full moon splits the air
Where you walk only half in body and spirit
Witches begging the moonlight
For resonance
It escapes in your steps
Like a stillness
A colorless painting
Step by step you show no change
No preference
Perfect in your image
While your memory it dances
Celebrating the other half of your existence
No old soul thinking bodily
And no body in spirit
No spiritual entanglement
No compressed sentiments of society
No connection to the earth
No energy to seek
No calming agents
No stillness
Only motion and nothing
And the night