i have seen the wind
blur all i've ever known
til i was reborn
painted new colors
sketched on this great stone
i have taken pictures
seas of feeling
keeling over
sweeping strides of red
words better unsaid
knives bitter on skin
walls punched in
but kind words broke me open
weeds were growing inside
where green gardens once were
lush in their young growth
the stuff that sways at sunset
and when you began to carve
compose new notes in these scars
i began to find gates
in this hideous maze
escape into you through fern decay
moss on stones always beneath me
mosaics placed so perfectly
i have unraveled suddenly
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