squinting i peep through cracks of me
look deep down but fail to recognise the
dear parts of who you used to be
i poke then ponder poke again but
find no shards i can scrutinise bury or mourn
only plain gray ashes i dare not inspect
(for i treasure those pieces my sweet)
a wish for my truth to also be yours is not fair neither wise
but i hoped it may ease your moonstruck thoughts
help you to raise your eyes long enough
for you to see the sun give birth
raise you from your knees to become tall enough
to see the woods for the trees that they are
(for i would love to lead you to the light my sweet)
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take your cat and leave my sweater
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
