Gathered all
I
could manage
to
ex-press-
an
in-audible
scream
that left the bereft-
ness
expended
under foot.
under foot.
See
me
as
I never was.
I
am only
Now
as
can be
good
enough
to reach.
to reach.
Not
a word would match
the
fiery-ness,
not
a wet thought lying
around
to ignite
the
waxed wick
convinced in ambiance.
convinced in ambiance.
Shivered
at the losses
when
the blood concentrates
on
the speed it needs
to lose groud, to blur
the lines.
to lose groud, to blur
the lines.
It
was always time
and
matter to dwindle the days
back into a neat stack.
back into a neat stack.
Meanwhile,
my
toes curl
atop
a thin sole
inside
the shoes I have outgrown
I am misshapen.
I am misshapen.
One
day
I
will feel
the
temperature of the earth
and
find it
just
right
where I happen to Be.
where I happen to Be.
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