The Influx of Multiple Extinctions

Can you see her?
Right here she is.

Those pendulum eyes
A smile that covers up the face
Hair, a labyrinth of filigree
swaying in the air.

She offers a magnetic pull
into the tunnel of our being
built from bricks of our experiences.
Hindered only by the fear
inside me, inside you.

Cease her.
Let the birds fly still.
Let the shadows freeze.
Let the wind decide
where to blow
and where shall it take you.

Cease her. Don't let her go.

She is right here.
Can't you see her?