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Coming Out of The Dark

Once I slept for six years. Unknown to me at the time, I see now that some long naps are necessary for survival


The Golden Joinery of Kintsukuroi

The marching change agent
Who embraces her trauma
Repaints the broken pieces
The damage done, the orbit set
As a comet approaching the sun
Disintegrates a little yet returns
This lid has been lifted
The veils are pulled back
Revealing is an old math problem:
The amount of darkness in a soul
Is proportional to the fear
Of the woman who's seen it

I hear your white silence
I see your green aurora
I will partake of your coffee
and a serving of this electric
Silence at the next Inn.

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