from the palm of the river by the hand … a wonder safe in knowing that the reed she’s on does all her rowing … and when she wakes unencumbered … the sun she greets she wakes from slumber
an eyelash wish
a favor for a bliss
an eye for what you know
hates to see you go
a sparkle from a palm … wonders what is going on … we’re all sensitive … to find what left is to let live
accepting will and grace … repossessing inner space … gliding over ice the cross that bears is throwing rice … meant to medal break … a race that’s tense is hard to take…
what’s unsaid is still a lie … what is whispered once more try … to again fight tired eye … something meaningful can never say
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