I forgive myself the blade of knife..
I forgive the pen...
I forgive myself..
the loss of black on white..
I give myself moonlight..
Avalon..
freedom...
n this op has a price....
heavy n hot like the gallows..
n yet serene...
weighed by oppression.. n still I swim..
chin high eyes low...
give your death meaning..
chant slow...
build into the fire.. the waters glow..
I am a spiral here I flow..
there I go..
complete..
things I could not know...
except life beating slow..
against myself....
against, your love,,,,
n knowledge we may never show..
bleed again between mothers thighs secured with keys again we rise........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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