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    • Jan 8

savagery

savagery


search in-between

this absence understands

stream caresses stones

words fall from the gutter – the rain does it for the living

December chill tamed like a puppy licking my hands

I inhale every breath as if I had been born

on the third day following three incarnations of visitations

so what that each of us is a passer-by

that we go in one rhythm – loving and breaking

that there is no home outside of it

it's only known that it beats


©Szweda

Castlerock 2018


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