A Daily Self-indulgent Postcolonial/Feminist/Poetry-in-Progress/Culture Blog
In the beginning lives
a first flicker of flame
that lick of loneliness
lighting an underworld.
The sky may be still
dark with our leaving
life, it is difficult--all
tall ideas, left as yes.
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