I have some older poetry.
I am debating quitting Walden and just focusing on my writing.
Lifting pain through golden velvet fingers...
like sand, my heart sifts through the cracks
and into the cup at my feet.
You brought me here,
but never expected me to stay.
I have seen your face,
your true masque...
it hides the blackness in your soul,
the ugly trying to remain hidden.
Sooner or later the light shines through
and we are all exposed
in effervescent brilliance.
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