untouched love.

17 Apr 2015

Yessirmaam
withered hands of light met forgotten tears of love and loss
desperate for the dust soaked wheel

the pedal swayed brisk as clay ran free
as if time were its cage and death were its key

through silent beckoning of radical space
withered light pressed the weary clay

life became the gentle murmur
the deafening silence quieted by untouched love

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