Long

when silence is an unfinished canvas.

when faces make an offering
malignant vapid waters
and their names grow

when I am confused
and the possibility
of the sea level rising
burns

then I know where
my love
is

splitting every single second
in beauty
unadorned

could I remove the decimal point
from my dying breath?

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3 thoughts on “Long

  1. My goodness. That’s breathtaking. I’d love to know your inspiration (but not really – there’s beauty in the mystery. Don’t you think?)

    • Honestly, sometimes I would like to know my true source of inspiration too! Thanks for your continued reading and support.

      And yes, beauty in the mystery, absolutely! Some would even say there is truth in the tension..

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