Sometimes,
it is as if
there is so much night,
to get through.
Flying carpets
of
an opaque void
ensue,
until,
the luminosity of you,
opens the eyelids
of day.
Then,
I can smile,
amidst your intense warmth..
as
I am awake,
to Life..
and on my way.
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On my haunches.
Over,
being haunted,
in my inky workroom.
Packed.
Ready to stay,
for my
Soulcation.
A,
long-awaited,
lengthy, pit-stop,
to authentic
auto-communication.
Corralled,
by faded purple.
Held aloft,
by floordrobes.
Swamped by thoughts,
strewn farther,
than
material dissaray,
on display.
Shovelling…
Wading…
Pulling band aids
off…
Time for healing, has begun.
I can see
the ‘7’, of completion.
But,
for now,
I focus
all my energy,
on surviving
Day 1.
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