do you dare to step in-to the vulnerable black, stripped to the soul with human blindness when the full and weeping moon steps from the shade of a tumult of mountains when, in the fragrant dim, day's tree stump transformsinto some nether-worldly other when time's skin is thin and you arebared when there is nothing between you and the Wildest Onewhose name is your own?
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About Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul
Beth Morey, Night Cycles: Poetry for a Dark Night of the Soul.