sometimes poems just flow, create time to let them go...

for a brief moment i took a breathe moment,stepped inside the outside,leaving humming screens and silent screams behind.the air cooled+nighttime seemed a safer place to be...

No need for understanding standing under stars, bearing wounded scars,scarring beared wounds.gentle light is the moon's.

Shedding light on a familiar sense of unknown knowing,unshown showing,ungrown growing,unsewn sewing.

I feel a smile appear on my face,at an uneasy pace, hesitating...contemplating,deliberating.

So so much beauty to explore,sometimes we find it in less when we thought we'd find it in more, perhaps thats what d'lightful mysteries are for...

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