becoming Rapunzel's shoes
at the foot of my bed
fell into a dream
seams splitting spit roasting my innards
skin words kin wards eyes stole
every moment it could chew
to swallow then another
couldn't breathe at first
seemed every breath less a breath
kite joy toed starlight
swinging high fleet night
rejoice, dance the hens again
when Spring begins
and Summer comes
to let down her hair
the ravens and the crows tell me
fetch and leave stones
mark the ways
the reasons why
sparrows and jays
hark brightly
my dirty knees and soles
my palms to the blue
my bare spine reach trees
my eyes surrendered, squinting
hinting the sweet smell
between what is
and what it is
decay tills
apathy kills slowly
an unknown anything
without passion seeding
compassion
the womb poem
and you
EJR ©
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