A Struggle with the InevitableSometimes the thick-dark of the hours after the sun has quelled its raging arc takes me by the wrists and traps me. just as though a dam’s been loosed, streams of seconds slither and soak my hands and close my eyes.A Struggle with the Inevitable
When the thick-dark wash of relentless tickings sweep me by, I wish I could hollow out small pockets of time in the rushing band; small wombs that I could enter, chin to knees, arms tied tight, where I could float and dream and sleep until the feeling passes, until I am ready to launch myself b
little oneslittle one, I will spin you across the endless endless you with dragon-tongues and writhing laughs and you with limbs long and soft as mayflies' where hand met hand in grasping jigsaw and arms wove round my shoulders in silent calm reminded me of the endless endless white outside the window of my journey home.little ones
little one, I will fly you over mountain ranges of peaks arching their crooked spines to the sky and you will come with me from those wooden cages and you will stay with me and never die.
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