Sunday, April 6, 2014

Exodus 2: In Writing

space between
time between
many days
where names and faces fade

on the banks
between water and earth
earth and sky
future and past
being and death
us and them

floating on the deeps
beneath watchful eyes
soft hands
I am
yours, and yours, and yours

the hidden of things
carried within
buried in the reeds
open it up
call me by name
see me,
and know

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