Sunday, November 28, 2021

for you say it matters

the wash of water
the hunt of love and desire 
a flush that sweeps us away

stars battle frost while
I tug my mouth into shapes
finding languages I have lost

so bravely and in beauty  
just singing... a beginning
imagining nothing to get there 

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