Once, often there are more
like bulls and flies and secrets
judged to be dangerous or
lethal, but certainly different.
For the first time absolutely
captured, hindered like a lid
or sealed door, forced to listen
to its own voice and hers.
Often, rarely they are distant
earth and rock, dust and root
form a type of self-destructive
womb, gives birth to something
emptied. Something to be
filled.
1 comment:
this took for a ride in the nebulous of surreal.
love these type of thought provoking pieces
gracias, mi amiga
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