Though

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Though I am intelligently designed

And rise above the occasion of necessity and need

I also rest in the somnolence of daybreak

An occasional dream

And how it aligns with the stars, with my internal bleeding

 

Though I am battered and bruised

Sometimes washed up in an ancient shoreline

Used and abused by both nature and chance,

I am marked in the passing of moments

In the finality of blue hours, in a triangle of infinity

 

Though I may be quick to anger and sometimes

Draw myself into a colourful rage

The moon writes a letter to the Beloved,

Turns its pages upon

Another mote of dust, a spinning wheel in a cobweb of desire

 

Though I shrink into fear,

An infinitesimal sphere where

Sometimes the lion and lamb watch in dismay

The skin of my skin stretches,

I touch... I feel...

 

 

I am, oh, too real.

 

 

 

 

 

Ana

 

 

 

 

p.s. enjoy THIS day