It shimmers still
All things perceived
In the prism of your absence
short
Birds soar
Birds soar against the wind
Retelling myths
Once believed
Illusions
Precious illusions
are the essence
of every good religion
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No place here
I
feel my lack of place
In this world
Expanding with every breath
Short gorilla problems
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….
