Monday, November 17, 2014

I wonder how black

the blinding sunshine

when the cord is cut

and I'm released

like a lost balloon

to rise free and clear

of all that held me

tethered to my aches and shames

but best of all

oh very best of all

in that darkness of whitest light

my eyes will adjust

and I will see where I was recede

and its claims still to be accounted

but at least diminished

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