Poem -
FROM MY DARKNESS I COME
Dis-apart from my Darkness I come
Born of an old wound with the grim bits
of a bright day; tucked into the vagaries-
of what has kept me alive enough
to write Poetry.
Clutched in a brawl. My bees; Hornets.
My Sleep; a Dream.
My Pillowtalk
exasperating .
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