Resilience

Resilience

This is not a poem about love – it’s how we find the compass to truth north in an old pocket in a dusty closet.

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Epilogue

Epilogue

All who lived here before are still present – the woman who birthed a baby in your bedroom, the argument that still lives in the kitchen.

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Vedic

Vedic

Everything is what death wants you to have before she takes you, clinging to earth like a vine, raining on her with hot tears of memory,

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