Love, the return of my humanity
I have loved deeply
Of the sort
Movies are made of
And love has returned unto me
My humanity
Though not before first demanding
Of me
Soul baring honesty
And faithful surrendering
Of all pretensions of biographies
Then and only then
On my knees
Through sheets of tears
Grace
Sunday 26th July 2020 11:19 am
Who is the me
Who is the me
Rattling against the triteness
Of borrowed words and identities
Yearning to be formed
With words true and sure
How many words
Need to be penned into thrash
Peeled and delayered
Such that me me me
May emerge
What is in the who
Waiting to unfold and form
Gifting the fabric of eternity
With a luminosity
That it only can gift
Sunday 26th July 2020 11:13 am
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