Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Exodus 4: In Writing

There is
a breath that moves
exhaled inhaled
stirring the air
coiling danger
World is an unexpected meeting
with nothing cast down
nothing forgotten
where what you throw
returns to chase you
all the things we refuse to carry

Send me forth
living messenger
speaking words to the wind
the heaviness of the mouth
the closed lips of being

ppen to breath you in

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