“Without touch, God is a monologue.” — Andre Dubus from Broken Vessels: Essays
edge of collapse
absence entrance,
a trance
I’m craving land
spread wide
open.
orange primary sun
a macabre atmosphere
the news scrolls
trolls concern for structures
malefic energy
to make decisions
humans are hardwired
to scan for threats
there’s a moment
after the emergency
I feel stupid
like I overreacted
I survived
but didn’t stay calm
making everything sacred
takes so much
in my dreams,
I asked for time
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