TheFeatheredSleep – A reminder, in spite of it all
Only so much can be said of birds, or landscapes
yet grief? Grief is a world incapsulated in a tear
held to the sun and magnified, its kaleidoscope of color
without end
and while you may see me sitting at this table
with dried flowers catching wan Winter sun
my face a careful study of emotion beneath surface
I am actually at this very moment
lying on the unwashed floor
feeling cold tile invade my pores
just like the virus who crept into my stomach
changing everything like zealous house cleaner
see, on the floor I can curl up like I did as a child
pretend I am a dragon again, where ageing and its horrors
or just the spite of unbidden sickness
will not come for me, because I am no longer real.
The sun light will fade and with it, shadows come
reminders of our ephemerality
a dance…
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