eyelash

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It strips me of power
And at arm’s length it bids me to wait
While it keeps me in too-clean shirtsleeves

But, does it not prove I have hope
And might it not be rocket fuel
What if it makes truth come true

Unfolding

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A notion arose
With the rain
The light
The flower petals each

The hope shone
Then on bird’s wing
On bee’s brow
On childrens’ wisdom hence

On truth’s dusk
Where with Autumn chill
With anguished pill
With hope debrided

Mama Super

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Where I find my trouble
At this time of the Day
Wanting my bones to matter
To someone’s outstretched hand

Then oft’ times if there’s time
Throughout the Dayiong dance
Comes the wish to walk it off
In most unorthodox shoes 

When I pour the Day’s last tea
The mild then seems hard 
But as the lights come off I speak
Unnecessarily aloud, I did that