Mimicry toasted in late November sun.
Outstretched outcries from the dogs of peace.
Indeed, masters to the pain release.
Through the torrent of spiced life.
I reflect to a review.
There is an acceptance among unconditional I see.
Salts of the earth have borne witness to my true suffering.
To them, I am no mere pet in a zoo.
I am freedom.
There is no shine to life’s journey…
where they are not along for the ride.