There
I was
Near
The inner
Dimensions
Of sanity
Where
There was
A minuscule
Assemble
Of my reality
Here
I was
Born to be
Free
Searching
Kindness
It left
Behind us
The birdsong
The language
Of crematory ashes
What remains
As I search
Tirelessly
For that place
And normality
2 comments:
Love it.
Wonderful words, just the most perfect there are.
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