Monday, December 14, 2015

Collapse Us

There is story curled up in the chest.
Like a wooden cask, honey filled.
Oh! labyrinth into the heart of things,

Collapse us into love.

Even belly deep in babushka nights,
this long road unfurls us.
Face in the raindrop, river to the sea.

Collapse us into love.

Still, humanity coalesces,
borders open, a world walks in.
Our realizations sit fresh and fragile,

Collapse us into love.

Sometimes sorrow brings a truer moon,
and we dissolve like mist in wind.
Surrender rides a waterfall.

Collapse us into love.

Today, hallelujah brushed a winter sky,
a pilgrim peace of pewter day.
Into maelstrom of wren song, Fibonacci curls,

Collapse us into love.

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