Invoke

Invoke

For whose sake does the traveller lose his way?

Wondering why a broken promise leads him on.

He determines the sin must continue.

Invoking violet symbols of shadows before the fire.

Holding dreams like breaths, filling his lungs with power.

His dream is dark bones, charred and splintered.

Reeling from spinning sensations in the sky, he fills himself with the color of the air, here at the edge of the world.

And speaks a name.

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[Raymond Federle]

Words and names have power........