bridges the ones that failed to be mended
previously return, they are here
providing immoral support because there
has become
too far out of reach and tangled up in all
the swaddling coddling and attending to
the swaddling coddling and attending to
the darker edges of what our self
encumbered soul requests to be unseen
carrying on its existence off stage behind the
privacy of the dressing room door
balms cannot sooth it nor honey raise
the taste to be sweeter to sprinkle
meaning upon it or renovate its interior
decor back into a pristine light for
a heart malformed into a shrug
is insensate.
Written by Stephen Lumb
May 2024
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