It is better to discover solitude gently
than to receive the false cover
that delivers the violent storm;
the news of losses
not expected.
The sea takes the shore away
one grain of sand at a time..
The wind whips dark soil from the fields
and returns us to dust.
The mind is intent on navigation away from peace,
where losing purchase
on stillness
is never
completely
comfortable.
Bring me the covenant
that seals body to soul
one last time
before I burn;
a flame of forgiveness
for this life and for all
the others before this
flickering confession
of sorrow.
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