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