of my prayer flags
fumble large against the
white picket fence
across the street
my babies rest soft
one hand upon another's head
while I stand guard amongst the cats
our home is made
strong
by the momentary mention
of temporary need.
Is "need" in the moment
made large
by the manifestation
of multiple small people
and a dream of a world
where we never need
a sign
ofanything?
perhaps it is weakness?
Perhaps need?
loss?
confusion?
misappropriation?
perhaps it is a vision of strength
there is wonder in shining
moments of sparkling magic
connection
and hope in the pretense
of
too much
I know who you are
watching over me
a shadow that follows me
that is with me forever
yet never touches
and illumination
makes you crumble
fall back and float
immutable moments
of lonely lack of communication
mocking
hiding
closing each opening,
sparkles falling
upon broken wings
full of cursed and crumbled love
fire light in midnight moments
magical
spattered in mud
curled bodies cuddling
with not one
single
word
and silent, magical tuck-ins
too full of moments
you cannot
go back to.
Like when my wings
were stolen, when you died
leaving me wishing
surrounded by nothing
but soft moment
silent snowflakes
that which is severed
cannot be secured
that which has been blessed
will never be torn
asunder.
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