Photos and words by: Shannon Michael Terry
Fifty Prayers Are Burning
Isn’t it ironic
On the last night observing
Climbing towers
To capture a glimpse of future
Crumbled walls
Finding silence
In the rubble
It is fuzzy how it will come together
The sparks of progress falling
Enough light to see
just enough
Is this the reason I am drawn to the dark
Standing in ruins
looking through broken cages
No words to describe the simultaneous observing
Like painting the creation of skin
Or painting in the air
Though it is foggy
It is clear
the forming from within
Fifty prayers are burning
I am screaming
A circle is drawn
A door is opened
The towers of progress are connecting
Two lines are converging
