Son of no oneThere never was a moment for you when freedom could have ripped your destiny in two - where choice not chance could have uncornered your existence. Because you took every risk - collapsing in the shadows, coveting the Egyptian Buddha. Your breath is like a child’s, breaking on a slab of rock held close to your face. I would fan the sun for you if it would make a difference, if your shoes would stay tied and your rage would stay at bay. I would pluck the curse from your veins, if there was something to pluck, if it wasn’t acceptance and only acceptance that would change the curse, not remove it, but alter its outcome. I love your eyes, beneath your dark ridge brows. I hear you singing in the middle of the night. I can taste the salt on your lips. You want to be cold, but you can’t be. You were made this way, to enter the world at your own pace. You are elemental, wider than your history. You are not alone. And that is something. |
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