Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Kerri Shying R #- 603 - so fast becomes a prison

some part of sitting in the dawn alone round    
christmas feels ideal  I'm as unpacked   as any person   
who spends months running headlong into brick walls   
tantalising to recall the energy spent
madly building             how     protection
so fast becomes a prison

I study on the inside of my eyes             listen
your soundtrack adds    it smooths
off edges          adds in honey   to bitter juices
forced down     here     intention is to heal  
befriend           find flora          ever    grow

(The last poem on the blog 
Where everything happens oh my darlings) 


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