Early november words

emergent;

rusty

shy,

new

stitched, sore

not hope, trust

wings land

shelter standing

whole

gold leaves; holding

responsible Brokenness

Primal loneliness

but wise

but wilderness

but once

basement floor cellar

fragmented dweller

born—to—be

love

is a garden

Illusion a reality

inside blood reflects blue

every time

firecracker fear

shot against a dark sky

is a wish

is a prayer

is something else

entirely

sadness overflows the sea

pride a lonely seat

so split,

so sever,

break a-p-a-r-t-

(when you must)

your likeliness

likely

is you.

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