Plum-fairies fall freely
On the black bars of juniper tree
Berries that suddenly
Stop their movement with
Systole (blood’s not used to such passivity)

Precise moments
To create ideals
Such as painless
Ends in adolescence…
The exact period cells
Reproduce slower than
Extinguished

Pain-less means to stop living

What is it like to look into a
Mirror and see no reflection…
Then walk away and laugh
Because to not laugh
Would mean to cry

Time passed so quickly
You did not know the last
Time you’d see color was yesterday
And now you’ve forgotten what purple
Is

…forgotten how love-making feels
and no time to make certain you
remember the last
words remain lovely

lost in woods where time runs away
…dance
upon bars of a clock’s face

a prison of existence caught
between
glass – there is nothing to
do
to stop hurting
trapped in the translucence of fireflies

Nothing but to sing,
To plant
To grow
To pray
That each soul will
Feel

Comfort
At least once…

That it will be remembered for a life-time

When there is a smile
It becomes an umbrella
Sheltering the shame
Of inadequacy

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