Unending morning, I Am
Forever working out the pain
Unweaving the lies from the hours of you
The promise, I Am
As yet undelivered to the ether
Present and unstoppable now, you hearts
Wedded, I Am
To the heavens, to the Everywhere
Moving, pondering all of you ages, We
Disallowed to feel; love or lust or hope or trust, this is how I feel.
Discouraged to want; kindness, presence, endless laughter, this is what I want.
Disinclined to think; hope is dead, no heart, all head, that’s no way to think. 
I wonder if I can be found
At the perfect
I here, there with you
When you think you are crumpled
In the dark
And lost to the light
No
I need not wonder
I know
I was gifted
This cape
And in Summer you were born
I will share on the eternal until ashen
That you know as fact and not rumor
Your care, your voice, your very soul
You
Are not cordially, but most personally invited
And the honor or your presence requested as necessary
There Is much to care about
She decided softly, coming out of the sleep, hoping it’d be sun-filled today
No One can tell you you can’t
Too old to pretend there isn’t a timekeeper ticking, tsk-ing, somewhere
At all the actual missed, like yesterday’s newest flowers or the tea together
And the perpetual wish to cook something with saffron
The absence, the questions, the thoughts, the things she needs help with
Those photos for example
I know the reason
Why you felt so close to me
Was because you were
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