This Poet's Dream

These are the fluid lines that spill forth…

This time

I am free

But choking on the memory

A night does not pass

A day never rising

That breaks the thread

I have tried scissors

And flame

Axe and wall

Only to feel that new familiar ache

A healing process

Only sought

To stop the cosmic leaking of my soul

I find I must be stronger

I find I must learn

To be more free

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