http://slow.writerscafe.org/CassieMarks The original writings of author Cassandra Marks en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You spoke of the dying and reviving god.That paradign of mythic tale.The cycle of winter into spring, replayedin fantasies. The king is dead.Long live the king.I tried to grasp a moment, too elusive;caught a glimpse of chaosI could not accept. "I'm wiser now" you whisper butour eyes still linger on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieMarks/1133946/ I could stay thisway indefinitely.Barely breathingin the dust-heavyquietude of objectslong since lifeless.I feel like myself onlywhen remembering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieMarks/1133925/ The silencetransported meto that time and place,the fragile stillof frozen air.I tried to graspat sensation,longed to retrievethe intangible.How to survivein the fragmentof a moment?The air within meshuddersto the shakingof my soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/CassieMarks/1133886/