My Hair Burned Like Berenice
I was appreciative to be alone in my deliberation
Days of rain. The drey exterior my window would transport
and the wind would strip. My heart was valent
with plausibility I may well be presently, halfway lady,
half asterism. Fragmental as a modern time. Benefactor holy person
of the rutilant and cindering.
I seem run in secret
to places anticipated in office timetables. As well long I ’d
mothered myself with the reverence of bystanders.
I was appreciative to be alone in my deliberation. To be both
overlooked and rubbed by a coarse sky. I didn't offer up
passage of me like touching off.
I'll not decorate a single
half circle. The ground bulges with a damp sound.
It's glutted with what was given.
I do the wolfish work
of god and make myself once more. develop like lichen on
the asphalt.
Like rain carrying the memory of lightning.😃😄✋
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