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Friday, May 21, 2010

heart, be still - deux

I kneel at the altars of depression
and beg for my self esteem
The windows are closing
the light is throwing narrowing speckles
and the room breathes heavy
I hear a booming voice
I hear my mother
And then the booming again
He says accept, accept
I'm deafening
the lotus is going under
acceptance was never the game plan
lie low little one
and then awake
open the window
open the door
walk out and trample grass
Happiness is a heavy sunbeam
and truth is heavier

I pack a backpack
I pack
I pack

I remove the sunbeams
I close the blinds


Need I say more?
Privy Lil' Lotus