"You stand outside the poem, tend to its edges. Worry the seams. Keep it from collapsing. This is the work you’ve been given. A power line in the fog, sloping toward infinity." SO GOOD
I love this so much especially the line, "You have to strain to catch the signal that ignites the voice flowering beyond the brain - a language you hardly know as your own, but it is yours." AHHHH....how I love your flowering voice and the way you litter the page with petals! 🌹🥀💖
"You stand outside the poem, tend to its edges. Worry the seams. Keep it from collapsing. This is the work you’ve been given. A power line in the fog, sloping toward infinity." SO GOOD
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I love this so much especially the line, "You have to strain to catch the signal that ignites the voice flowering beyond the brain - a language you hardly know as your own, but it is yours." AHHHH....how I love your flowering voice and the way you litter the page with petals! 🌹🥀💖