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Friday, August 02, 2019

Will we make it at all?


Regardless, I’ve given myself
When you are going inward, inward
The weight of the world coming down
Given feathers, but no wing for flight
Only bereavement and darkest night
Where are you
I’ve given you ear and compassion
But you abdicate that ration
And all that you can give  
Or so it seems, this reigning silence, this reckoning
The sea is still, underneath; chaos is erupting
I summon you here my love