Murmur
by D. K. Sterling

Incense
burns to ash

a smoky tongue
licks my face
and lulls me
back into myself; 

hypnotic light
rising,
over and above
the rainbow
of my tie-dyed
revolution...

an evolution from
the inside out.

Removed—-
from murmurs
of guilt
and expectation,
my spirit casts
a long shadow

best defined
in silence.