Idle Mass

Sit still enough and your demons will find you,
Keep your shadow moving else they shelter in your shade,
Avoiding the shine of the sun else they burst into flames,
Climb the ladder of your spine, lay in the hammock of your collarbone,
Whisper in your ear all you wish not to hear,
Don’t rest too long for they flutter to your seat,
Bask in your warmth to leave you cold,
Keep moving else your fragrance concentrates the space which they flock to,
Like sheep, like lions, for they feed on vigor for life,
There are those who gather to pray for you,
And those who prey on you,
Sit still enough and your demons will find you,

Behind you.

Artwork by Linda Vachon