10/19/12

Muse.


Remember!
Remember.
Remember what it felt like – what it FEELS like to be that woman, that girl.
The daughter, mother, wife, woman, girl. Remember.
In tears and sorrow when no one wants to follow
your heart
is empty of causes
'cause you have no where to run to
until your ends have unraveled to reveal
threads of a thousand colors and fibers with which to renew
yours into ours
and we shall then follow
the strands down into the trembling hollow by her neck
waiting
awaiting
for the moment between the beats
warm lips
tentative breath
and she smiles upon us.
Then, and only then shall the first words be written.

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