The Shadowed Realm
by Fariel Shafee

Cluttered packets of vapor
wrapping the meadow of verdant waves
with gray;
a sickening mist, humid: not cold, nor hot,
indecisive,
but pervasive.

 

The mountain far away
is hazy;
holds its head up
high yet,
tearing those patches of
obscurity;

and a shadow clad in
black, waves
silently,
pointing at that
horizon,

 

where the blurry
line of being and nothingness,
yes and no,
in a land of smothering ambiguity,

 

and the initiation of a
word
unknown after a question mark
meet.

 

The shadow tosses a coin.
It flies up in the air,
often disappearing within the
mist.

 

My consciousness is connected
to the weaving of
the universe
that allows the coin to fall
flat,

 

deciding life to be.

 

FARIEL SHAFEE has degrees in physics and math but enjoys writing and art. Her prose and poetry has been accepted by decomP, Ygdrasil, BluePrint Review, TinFoilDresses, Skive, and others. Her art has appeared in Mary and Flashquake, among many.

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