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a slave to this sphere
on the other side of ease
your constant days
go
veiled
shriveled like shame
you survive
as you would
in the opaque
exiled from existing
listless and hunting want
you wander there
you know love was yours
a slave to this sphere
and you are pointed at by sharpened tongues
now unwelcomed
night into morning
another outsider
you know
yours
is wandering in the night
only on the erect side of ease
you were seized
by the sleeve of your heart
longing for a setting
longing to remain safe
it doesn't work
you ask why
how can you please
now even more wounded
oh! to recover
to unfurl
as the wind dies
and an unusual air starts to surround
wrap the shell around
even in tear soaked innocence
wish to write
in clear letters
rising above your lines
be within each letter
and soar gentle
into the perpetual
in the artful life of your words
so they may be forgiven
to get back on the right side of ease
