a world of hardship,
her heart storm wrecked thrown accross lifes tidal landscapes
eaten by salt
beaten cooked and dried by thundering sun
moments of glory ridden emptiness drifting out n out n out
away
away.
Settled chaos
disaster circled
around truth
like
the serpent
coiling a tree
Here we find the seed
a token of bliss in the hereafter
the forever more
comfort revealed
tiny
present
there
heart beating
breathing
living
silence.
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