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By poetjude

Thu, 08 Dec 2022

2 comments

You have learned the fine art of loving the imperfect,

perfect bloom in the heart of agony.

As we pause at the edge of this last utter place

the waters grasp beyond all knowing.

I slept today when I should have been waking

and dreamed of surrender to the unchanging now,

watching the new world rise up through the waters

I know I must die.

Returning a vessel all empty and silent

devoid of the throb and the secrets.

We sink down into the great silence

reborn as a cipher.

Permalink Submitted by lenchenelf on Fri, 2022-12-09 14:42

a cri de coeur, acceptance, and protest: a dichotomy of being.

Thought provoking.

Best

Lena x

Permalink Submitted by celticman on Wed, 2022-12-14 21:26

quiety growing into words.