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Sep 2014
Somewhere smothered --
In between sprinting feet,
And a hazy head
Heavy spun with dreams,
The image of you - dissolving.
Slipping slowly like sand,
Through cracks in a desperately
Clenched fist, seeping
Out through pores,
Glistening a ghostly sheen,
From ghastly truths.

Sometime released --
In between blooming bushes,
And the infinite inhaling
Of passages - hungry, hunting
For fragrance to fill the lungs.
Expelling old dusty promises,
In a windy whirlpool,
Your roots were dug up
From my garden, and you
Dissipated into clean blue sky.

Somehow forgotten --
In between toes dangling,
Off a precipice of golden possibilities,
And the plunge of faith,
To the inconceivable depths
Of my expanding soul.
A cosmic flight to air me out:
Empty slate, open arms.
I am slipping into light,
Reclaim, repurpose, renew.
Back cowering atop the cliff
Lies my memory of you.
Joanna Oz
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