Moon by Takato Yamamoto
My muse cries moon streaks
Mourning river split in half
We rise, holding you.
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Dear Jane
Dear Jane, Yesterday, as most days, ever since your absence (which I lay all the fault to my wife), I’ve been working through the mechanisms of a mad mind. I cannot tell you, though you may have some insights, just how utterly exhausting and frustrating it is to have to explain reality when they outright refuse to accept it and the go go against the grain, against the current, and to live in a under water, slow sort of agony. To pretend you aren’t drowning every moment.
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
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Interesting imagery.