My animal self wants to tear into the earth.
And then to lay at the bottom of the deepest bottom.
Maybe I want to be buried.
Would it be quiet enough for me to hear what is love?
There is an anguish that currently echoes between these two ears.
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Imprints and knowing exist in our cells.
My cells remember this time.
The days leading up to an ending that have turned to months and soon a year more.
Becoming aware in death what I did not learn in life.
Mystery of a sweet girl without words is an ache akin to falling from the sky too fast.
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This kind of broken isn’t manageable, nor with a hope for fixing.
It is survivable and I am not always sure that is for the best.
Levity may be found and beauty is real.
A wanting to be in two places, and one is without form.
In that place, a possibility for a realm that knows more of me.
