Trauma tarmac with no margin, unyielding
Two feet in a tired mangle, one head fogs
with sad presences because of selfishness
Selfishness that misguides and feels unglossy
as it coats and covers all
(except errors)
It is right to let a new view take over
and settle
Bones are bound to dislocate
– how?
That love is gone, long gone,
It was beautiful…
When one is wrong, two grow in disappointment
Now, sighs of stone sputter out gasps for healing
A giving partner
A scrap to garner
dawning that is fresh
as an animal recognises itself in the mirror
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