Friday, January 1, 2016

Pray, Tell

the ice reflects
the new-year sun
air lightly salted
and fresh smelling
as detergent
I felt again
the smooth voices
of the dolls
waiting their turn
to be made
into a breath
I felt again
the frozen dew
holding back
the atmosphere
of an accident
I felt all at once
the sum of my
efforts sing
and seduce me
I felt once again
fit to be captain
striving for nothing
gaining
with every step

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