there is a dark place
in me, filled with not
cried tears,
there is a hole
in which all sores burn,
there are ashes
whirling in my mind.
i have to blow them
so hard to see light,
and my skin burns
with missing
the touch of your skin
bringing warmth
and let me be safe
so i can sleep as if
forever above
the abyss
of unknown dreams,
beyond past,
near to the earth
and the root of life
which is now so green
coming out of the soil,
where i
am
listening,
aware,
now.
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