Here when gone
The essence remains
my vagrant heart
believes in love's domain
Clarity tugs at my leg
Wants to get picked up
I ignore and proffer it
drinking from confusion's cup
The skin on my teeth has a tear
But there is light in my eyes
All of my knots
Have now been untied
There is nothing to say
I made peace with this
Now it's clear
No longer a grey mist
Always a pile
Never a single strand
Felt myself get quiet
Never want to demand
An open field
With empty hands
Never to break
That which does not bend
B.D.W.
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