The seduction of a feel,Of a flower,Of deep night.WhenI think of catching the spirit,Of theNight.Over thereOn thePalmOver the stairs.If i could catchThatSlumpInto a gaze.EncryptionAndPut it in aVase…Bottle…Paper…

The page has turned as it was in flames while Terry allowed such a chapter in her life to be consumed by her cleansing flames of self determination.     After abandoning the traffic median, her "island," she never once...