Archive for the Prose Category
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Born again, an ancient wisdom
locked in my bones
pulls me; a fated trajectory
and it is you that I know
that I have known
a forgotten history, familiar in feeling
and by the eternal scale
measuring feather-fluttering heart
against my constitution
that we again be worthy
to make, to partake
in the pleasures of each other
before our souls depart our broken cages.
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When I was little
I truly believed
my singing voice had been
gifted to me
by the angels
and that I’d been chosen…
that I was important.
It’s amusing now to reflect
on the thoughts I had
as a child
I mean, I’m not even a particularly
impressive singer
and I don’t believe
in god either.