I do not ask the sorrow to stop, but further
to take my grief from me
would unravel the singlest thread yellowing
in my gut
dropping as feathers
:immaculate
gold things
heavier than the world of you
unfolding and folding as a sea of dust
in my serpentine universe
I shouldn’t ever ask it to stop
rather,
as a stone I worry it
cherished as the only open glade
of my tangled mind
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
I do not ask the sorrow to stop, but further
to take my grief from me
would unravel the singlest thread yellowing
in my gut
dropping as feathers
:immaculate
gold things
heavier than the world of you
unfolding and folding as a sea of dust
in my serpentine universe
I shouldn’t ever ask it to stop
rather,
as a stone I worry it
cherished as the only open glade
of my tangled mind
