Unnuanced time takes a new role

Where I will wade in deepest ends

Dressed in only my naked courage   

Walk haphazardly upon murkiness

Breathe imagined water like a fetus    

Exploring things etched into stones

That now lays buried near bottoms

Here- there are too many skeletons            

Even collections of- might’ve been’s  

Amongst many war-torn tragedies        

Where love failed to survive enemies

And light wasn’t permitted to shine          

Hollow ships still loaded with dreams

And orchard of bittersweet… oranges


Poet of the Light © 2023

Not my photo or buttocks 😉


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