The idea of you scares me but you're kind and perfect.
If we could all just live in the woods as siblings that acknowledge our responsibility to each other and as equals that would be the perfect society.
I think I'd find myself relying on your words as I do already.
Something in me is reborn. Something in me is incredibly fledgling. So much so that no-one's named it and I can't.
But oh you seem so grounded seem like the clay that moulded you has not yet dried.
If it were a perfect world we wouldn't be scared of each other.
And oh I'd look for life that brings life not eventual victory through ongoing sacrifice.
Buf that's really for another tune a better time some future time.
We take the cards we've been dealt and play them.
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Finding Small Infinities
PoetrySo this is a collection of poetry that I've written. Some of it's very fantastical. Some of it is mythological. Some of it is domestic. There's not really one specific theme or style. They're not all about me and not all from my point of view. Most...
