I am most unlike the self
I never yet was,
The me I cannot remember
yet
My marrow can't forget.
Wings too dissimilar
To run along the skins of the air
Reduced and hobbling on rough crusts
I sleep with broken feet
I know no others
For raptured dancing I was born
before
The day of my birth.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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