mood miscellanea

in-love

is very young

a new-born child

that having found

has clasped

the chosen thing

and cannot put it down

and take it up again

in the fashion

of the older

wiser

colder

because the hand has not learned how

the heart remains

curled around you

clutching

as blind infant fingers closed upon a rose

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nfk

THOUGHTS BEFORE BIRTH

As I lie in this pool of emptiness

I feel nothing

I know nothing

For as of yet I am but a substance

And not quite a being.

A caustic, corrosive force begins to excrete me

into the darkness of light,

Plunging me into the death of life.

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Fawne Saunders