Sunday, March 6, 2016

pieces

sometimes that tearing seemed rigid &
sharp.
the cheek-up turns settled in unison,
but the weariness hung.

but then come the eye crinkles,
the ones that mean
nothing else matters &
maybe you'll be free.

& the lightest is when they somehow
find that they could
join to make it more
complete.

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