Monday, September 27, 2021

swaha

clouds thick as suspended hopes
flame singing without words
where do we go from here
friend, there's only now

remember the last time we were 
here, you asked if I had always 
known about sacrifice--
it's how we survived 

this fire I built inside my head 
tenderly lifting all the love
and dread I have tended 
to replay, "let go"

No comments:

From the Dictionary of Sleeplessness

memory is just a mix-and-match of a hundred doors and  a hundred songs  reverie is very nearly recovery the surprise surplus from   my unspe...