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Gauging twilight’s depths, the poet draws blinds to dream– Hope, worn to silence. Advertisements
Path bright to fathom, blossoms strewn to ease passage– grieving home each fall.
Fragrant silk manna, arising in deep, dark space– a survivor’s guide.
Out of the ashes arose nothing recognizable. Embers, in memory, projected a blank sheaf of light to cover the loss.
In these mortal coils I have always marveled at the sheer lightness of centuries rising to meet love in a single feral drop of gospel distilled to its purest form.
Do you know where your children are? Or rather who, in their ripening pedigree and new language they are in the process of becoming? Make no mistake they are not nor have they ever been yours belonging infinitely to the … Continue reading
Amidst divisive riot, the clear sound of two tears mating upon the crest of a sunken cheek; a mother’s grief, near to fasting and silence, the warmest cross to inherit in holding the meek inviolate.