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Prism

It shimmers still
All things perceived
In the prism of your absence

Birds soar against the wind
Retelling myths
Once believed

Precious illusions
are the essence
of every good religion

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feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath

Me: I can’t have children

friend: you mean because…..

me: no. Because I cant put things out of reach

friend : erm….

me: you know like, keeping bleach out of reach?

Friend: what do women do then? They’re normally the shorter ones

me: they get a tall man in. But I am the man….