Maybe the Other undresses

Maybe the Other undresses

in dark places. I wake up now

with one pebble in mind. Why

am I still here? In the Unkown-tree,

weight pulls bones free

from joy. Highness—

what limits! People think, lift off

Grounded-Dark. Join us

in Illusion, Sanctuary.

The Other speaks my name in the briar. Don’t turn,

I think, into ash

just now. Something tells me

my Mare waits for me in Stillness—

the Other body braided in her mane.

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One response to “Maybe the Other undresses

  1. This is really good.

    This line has an excellent sense of rhythm to it.
    “In the Unkown-tree,
    weight pulls bones free
    from joy.”

    And this one
    “my Mare waits for me in Stillness—
    the Other body braided in her mane.”

    Just awesome.

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