Enchanted
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Photo via Carl Zoch Photography.
Where do your dreams take you?
Being
at the bottom of my own heart
a passageway through:
to the deep fears
hovering spider,
my brother's casket being lowered,
letters on a gravestone,
release, release
not far up through the black water
a pearl -- dark liquid dries and turns to ash, is stirred up
Father, Father
picturing myself talking again
a fist, a wrist, fingers
filling up the space
of the heart
