Barefoot Hope
Sunday, January 7, 2018
sums
in touch
such clear eyes, clarity
i am the veins
and grains of salt
i am the splintered,
fractured fault
the flecks reflect
the drops of sun
ive swallowed them
in smaller sums
to keep me sane
to keep me under
til i come up for air
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