“O Sweet
M
o
o
n,
~
Blow out the stars,
Return to me,
That stolen-
tune”
This entry is more of a declaration, I have over two years of poetry much like this– it wishes to breathe.
Now, I am starting the slow process of letting it release,
A passerby…
Layla!
I should not care for you as much as I do!
But you represent an inner freedom,
You form spoke to me in such a deeply-
unraveling way,
That the body from the past was dug up and ingested,
Take my
departure
as my gratitude,
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