Grieving


Gives you

So many
Places
To sit

And
Lie down

You never
Would have

Considered
Before.

—-

The floor
Is the oyster
And you
Are the pearl.

Lounge in
Your Developing
Opaqueness
Of mourning

  • All morning.

—-

Let the
Still Monotony
Monopolize
Your
Every pause.

How much
Freezing
In your
Liveliness

Has yet
To Be
Unlocked?

Loom over
Corners
And floors
Of your
Waken life,

Like a sloth
Does
tree branch.

—-

Gaze into
The void of
Each moment.

You Are
the Translucent
Being of Space
And time;

For now,
But not
Forever.

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