March 19th, 2011 § 0 comments

Keep breaking your heart
into finer and finer pieces
until the dust is in the air you breathe.

Keep finding your way into the shadow,
the unknown,
until satiety is what you have,
not what you need.

Keep stretching your trunk,
finding the pain of realizing
how long you have been shorted.

And keep feeling the sickness of desire,
for only the sensing soul can both feel and act
on what will be made right in our world.


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