MCMLXXVIII
Published 2023-08-27
you were the first in my book
…in a long time
and the aftermath-fine
is not your crime
but my wall to climb
and I did it
with all that magical sweat
that belies
the simple of what’s just white
and what’s just black
and my saluting that
is the prize
rather than what I did
or did not get back
the alchemist
and solipsist
cannot co-exist
release your rage
with the expanse of a new page
and when the pangs that clang
like the bells that rang
are safe to be left
with care
there
grant yourself mercy
and don’t feel frightened
to tell an/other
that you are on a soul journey
and they’re no longer invited
when you alone know
the truth in that
everything you did
was underwritten by love
you send yourself
the white peace dove
and,
the sculptor
with works of glitter
that flitter behind every rewind
fuels a heart pumping blood
with a flood
of feels
and signing the wisps of elixir
from all the moxie mixed in there
makes it only fair
that sculptor and white dove declare:
with a kiss made of Light
and done to heal
starts with respecting
those feels
because ~
all of that
was real
and
because of all that
now I understand this:
the alchemist
and solipsist
cannot co-exist
🦋
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