it's the hardest thing
pulling words out of the nothing
to translate into the Living Stream
this is how it feels
bone deep, or while you sleep
looking for lost homes
be wise
in any enterprise on earth you are alone
no matter how the experts mime it
you'd better go
into some other zone
with your only map of weeping stowed
where pirates wont break in and find it
it's hard to find the bright egress from Time
in time
the trappings of the heart though
are everywhere.
and have blinded my language.
and have spoken me into dust
mary angela douglas 5 january 2023
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