“Sit with me”
the wind howls through my window.
“Come run with me”
it beckons in the night.
“Hear me!”
It screams through the branches.
“Follow me”
It’s shadowless presence invites.
“I will bring you clarity”
“I will bring you truth”
In a voice made to disturb, soothe, and seduce
as I shiver in my bed in a light-less room;
Shaking from the cold under a new moon.
I turn on my lamp’s warm glowing light,
and turn away from the rattling window;
I want no more deep truths tonight.
Bringing Mae Flowers 
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