Monday, June 5, 2017

Kerri Shying # 255 After the bridge day

After the bridge day

exhaustion spreads pin icicles inside
my slow repeating heart

the day subsumed to darkness
food taken   work given

packing for the new world
views unpacked across my lap

dismay still idles under
all motions   breaths catch

gazes slide
this new world

as old
as hell to rue


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