a knot in a dream
breaks open
the space
beyond
comfortable
darkness
between the fists
gripping tight
to the thought
of movie magic
conjuring
perfect gardens,
sweat slips slow
on the seams of
red palms and
white fingertips,
whittling at the
grip lost in a
quiet battle.
Really enjoying your life/work. Your poetry reminds me of myself, and what could be better? I'd like to propose a trade. Exchange words. E-mail?
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