it's time for me to be embedded
into the dark
it's time to kneel at night's altar
quieten thoughts
to swallow answers into silence
and survive
for I'm too wild for sleep to be
anything pure
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anticipatory story
my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
2 comments:
This is beautiful, Maya.
It felt unfinished.. so extra thanks for your vote, Nicole!
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