emerging

 

fissures in me

in my skin

in my density

slices of hot light

stretching

tearing

 

me

spaces

sweet with glow

i am slipping

out

through

blades of woven grass

curving

between

smiling grains

of

molten glass

my

breath is

gilded time

my flesh has split like pomegranate

and I am sailing

a slow

syrup

welcome

 

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13 thoughts on “emerging”

  1. Well, since you’re sailing and all, I think you should sail in this direction for an afternoon. I like pomegranates. Just sayin’.😉

    my
    breath is
    gilded time

    That line could stand all by its lonesome. Beautiful.

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    1. thanks for choosing that line… I was a bit in love with it myself. I wasn’t quite sure what i meant by it, but it feels really wonderful… so I imagine it means something pretty good too! haha
      sailing has been on my mind. I can sail in my metaphoric boat made of soft wood and love

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