Intimacies

Spirit bound and masked,
unacquainted with freedom.
Self assured, in name only – more beggar
than lord.
More child in the corner silently singing
to hold tears, tongue, repent, recoil.
Singing of laughing eyes a’float in kindness —
happy fantasy to pretend to remember.
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Run through streetlit puddles,
anonymous legs, trousers, stockings, galoshes, heels.
Stuck in frantic motion.
Shadowlike, insubstantial.
Damp debris smudges ink into ideograms.
*
Remnants, matted hair and rags
carelessly sewn together.
Feel their tug before
deception’s push catches from behind.
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Frozen not in time, but emotion.
Fear of love, thrall of vengeance,
shame of this child in the mirror
lost, cold, defiantly alone.
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self is no illusion, no burden, no preordained expression.
self is the I who may act, may decide, may love.
self is the idea, the bed of thought, the hope and aspiration.
self is the resource, raw material from which all blessings bloom.
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Free-born to spinning Earth,
curious child of raveling universe
intimately bespeaks destiny.
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