Would this world collapse
From weights too great to bear
Will we cry and shout
Or rejoice at being freed?
In tally we will know

If we stand atop the rubble
Or slumber dark entombed
All shall make their choice
Betwixt paving stones and cairns
For the roads we choose to tread

At sunset light the pyres
Cast the past upon the flames
Dance beneath the cold distant fires
Wheel with them unto the horizon
Until misty morning comes

The footpaths of the many
Billow dust in choking screens
‘Til rutted courses throb
And spill upon the plain
In sinuous meander straight away

And ere the sun’s chariot
Completes its daily circuit
The dusty caravan does pause
For weary legs need rest and bellies must be filled
Because the journey never ends

©Heather Coldstream

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About cistotrans

A Seattle-area trans woman seeking a happy spot to stay at along the path of transition.
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